Lorn - Out of the frame

Ask The Dust

Diamond

Section A: Theme for burning bridges
Section B: Lament for bridges burned

Video edit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ofj4jNR-lXk or https://vimeo.com/120121822



Let it Rot

Let It Rot

UdieNnx - CAMZ (SUPER SLOWED)

BLOODLINE OF JUDAH

stortion 2 45 bpm august 13 take 2

Self Confidence

Lorn - Penance

lorn - cherry moon

Ninja Tune Playlist for the Camp Bisco Festival 2012 featuring Blockhead, Starkey, FaltyDL, Amon Tobin ISAM, Daedelus, Bonobo - details and tickets can be found here: http://campbisco.net/

Ghosst(s)

Lorn - 'Ghosst'

DROWN THE TRAITOR WITHIN

LORN - PERFEKT DARK (reload)

Lorn & Dolor - RIPLEY

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.