Name: Nothing At All by Jim Blackmann
Duration: 3 min 35 s
Description: Original song. Recorded with Guillem MiTchel on guitar and backing vocals, and Art Banymandhub on bass. Jacob Tyghe did the recording

Written by Theresa Frostad Eggesbø
Produced by Lasse Midtsian Nymann / NYLAN

Distributed by Propeller Recordings, Unity Group

Candle

Candles

mine by NIA

LIVE AT HANGAR 30

I Was Stone (Live at Hangar 30)

The Morning

Nobody Lives Here

The White Light of the Morning

A Dawning

We Didn’t Know We Were Ready (feat. Niamh Regan & Ye Vagabonds)

A voice like autumn light and late-night tea.

In Late September Heart, Mary Jane Dawson captures the quiet moments that echo the loudest — a stolen glance, a lingering silence, a love that might be, but isn’t yet. With poetic lyrics and a warm, melancholic sound, this song feels like walking home alone under streetlights after an almost-romance.

For fans of intimacy, stillness, and the kind of songs that stay with you long after the last note fades.


Eine Stimme wie Herbstlicht und nächtlicher Tee.

In Late September Heart fängt Mary Jane Dawson jene leisen Momente ein, die am lautesten nachhallen – ein flüchtiger Blick, ein stummes Verstehen, eine Liebe, die fast entsteht, aber noch nicht beginnt. Poetisch, warm und melancholisch klingt dieser Song wie ein nächtlicher Heimweg unter Straßenlaternen nach einer Beinahe-Romanze.

Für alle, die Stille, Tiefe und Lieder lieben, die noch lange nach dem letzten Ton wirken.

Late September Heart

I Can Tell - Uzui

A lo-fi Flamenco confessional about grief, truth, and raw testimony. Close-mic, smoky alto vocals half-sung and half-spoken weave tightly with nylon-string guitar, palmas, and cajón. The performance trades polish for passion — aching pauses, sighs, and sudden cries shaping the flow. Sparse saturation and the hush of a late-night tablao give it torchlike intimacy, ending in a whispered fade, a confession left hanging in the shadows.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place
you never know till you do

I’ll be your glasses
when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter
when the power’s out
your calm in the thunder
when you’re full of doubt

They say what’s lost
ain’t always gone
sometimes it waits
to lean on.

I’m your lost and found
when the world spins round
a friend at your side
when you’re feeling down
button for your coat
when it will not close
the flower you pressed
in a book no one knows

That one glove you lost
yes sir, I’m her
I’ll be your map
when you lose your street
that lucky coin
waiting under your seat
I’ll be your charger
when your spark runs weak

I’ve been forgotten
and I’ve worn some dust
still I’m your mirror
when you need to trust

I’m your lost and found
when the world spins round
come find me again
when you’re feeling down

I was yours all along
just out of sight

Just out of sight

Lost and Found (Midnight in Córdoba)

The autumn rains flew in 
And drew a veil across the sky
The clouds released the tears
They held so long inside
I too began to cry
Lost in my melancholy
It’s always grief to watch the day go by

Why is it that I always lose the things I love?
Why do they burn before my eyes?
And why can’t I escape the shadow as it grows,
The anxious thoughts, the heartache in disguise?

The world turned to a flood
And I was lost in lakes of pain
And all the good things died in vain
As I sat by and watched them stray
The sadness kept me in my home
Until the light did fade
And I was left alone

I guess that’s just the way it is
You gotta love while you still can

Autumn Rains

Original song. Recorded with Guillem MiTchel on guitar and backing vocals, and Art Banymandhub on bass. Jacob Tyghe did the recording

Nothing At All

Jim Blackmann was born in Liverpool but grew up in Canada, where he learnt the music of Neil Young, Joni Mitchell and Leonard Cohen. He returned to the UK and lived and worked in the North of England. He set off on a period of travel before finally settling in the South.

He is a writer, with two non-fiction books and a novel to his name, and wrote a great deal of poetry before turning to song-writing. His writer background shows in his lyricism. He plays guitar and piano and performs regularly in and around the Southwest of England.

Nothing At All

Jim Blackmann

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