A continuation of 'Black Balloons & Apple Pie'...  the sweet and the sour...  the soft and the sharp...  A mixture of tracks that i have found here that hold something pretty special... the lyrics, the guitar hook, the voice...  Please - if you like what you hear here, go visit the artist's page and let them know what you liked about that particular track, how it moved you...  thank you x

YELLOW ROSES & SHARDS

JOY SAFARI

This is a follow-up to 'Papercuts' - a playlist of songs to heal the walking wounded.  if you like what you hear, visit the artist's page and show them some love.  thank you

KINTSUGI

Words & Music © Nic Evennett 2021
Mastered by Adam Ellis. 


There's a tiny part of me, a drawing pin.
A boat sits on the blue against white skin.
A sailor in green is anchoring
And gulls overhead are circling.

I keep it closed, away from harm,
The cherished place upon my arm.
But inside my chest it hides a charm,
But inside my chest it hides a charm.

This heart of mine, oh...
Discovery.
This heart of mine, oh...
Recovery. 
This heart of mine, oh...
Will always be. 

This heart of mine..
Oh...

Discovery

Words & Music © Nic Evennett 2021
https://nicevennett.bandcamp.com/track/matisse
All proceeds to Samaritans. 
~

Sun goes up,
Sun goes down,
So I'm told
And I am curled into some place
Of absency,
Weighty,
Sciamachy,
And every face peers  back at me.

You know my whys.
You'd have me believe
That I'm a Matisse, upon my knees.
So I thank the skies
For the bit and bow
In shapes of lullabies that open home.
I will sing you home...

You look so good inside.
Who am I in the colours
That i am twirling through?
Til I lay my horse-drawn eyes on you, my love,
My ears are broken.
You look so good inside.
Liquefied
To the gold that trickles out of you.
So the sun would give her core for you, my love.
Her core for you, my love.
Her core for you, my love.

Matisse

Words & Music © Nic Evennett 2023
Feat. beats by FL Souto (Master of all beats... <3)

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with bitter wings on broader shoulders,
here lies my sense and curiosity.
here lies their lies told, shaped and bolder,
until i don't recognise the me in me in me in me.

be kind, be kind...

some words
to please June
like we pleased December

(takes courage, too much courage, to hear all sides)

your glorious eyes see more than any others'
your gracious mouth curls around every light.
whose life is this, above, beyond all others?
whose is this body, this oversight?

rewind/be kind

some words to please June
like we pleased December

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Please June

This track is from the album Stupid Butterflies and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/seashellski

Stupid Butterflies

Slowdive

Slomo

Cover of Rockwell's "Somebody's Watching Me"
Produced by Brandon Zedaker

Somebody's Watching Me

The Island

Particles

Pull something over my eyes

The Ocean

This is the first of a three song triptych written in a friend’s cabin upstate.  I took myself on an eight day self created residency with some gear, big speakers, my dog and a commission deadline.  I lost myself there, listened to so much music loud in the house, David Bowie felt like a visitor on the day of the big eclipse.  I listened to old country, and to soul music.  I started a playlist called “For now, Forever” which became a bible over the course of making the record.  I needed a sonic home to rest in when i’d gone too deeply into my own rooms of making.  I read in a camping hammock out by the pond in the woods each day.  I tried to meditate.  There was no such thing as silence.  I was in the company of gods — mortals who make things with their hands and bodies and voices, Immortals who know how to live and die in a harmony like breathing.  The woods spoke to me each night when the bugs turned out, giving over to their desires, just like they should.  I wrote.  I cleansed myself in baptism of song each day.  And each day the wildness I’ve learned to quell made its way up through my belly, into my chest, my throat pressed.  And each day I encountered a form of friendship with all those who had been artists before me, all reaching out to touch this thing we don’t name unless we call it god.  You heard the cry and you want to cry back.   The “friends” are artists and what they’ve made…  it’s just there for us.

Stay Up

Boy of the Mountain Green

Really excited to share this with you all, just a little taster of the new sound i'm moving towards. More songs to be released in the coming months <3

Laura Osborne's Album

Sugar Eyes

Stream 'i dreamed i was the night'
ffm.to/idiwtn

You twisted the words and spat them at me
I twisted your world then you couldn’t see the wood from the trees 
No you couldn’t see the roots wrapped around me. 

Then hung like the moon all wrapped in the stars 
So softly I swooned at you from afar and the forward you came 
All draped in a light that I promised to save 

So I spoke to god to figure it out 
Please clean out your ghosts they’re inside my house again and I cannot sleep 
No not while they’re flying in circles round me 

Put your love around me 
Hold it close so I can see again 
Out of my head 
So I can say 
Baby come back to bed 

Put your love around me 
Hold it close so I can see again 
Out of my eyes
 So I can say 
Baby just spend the night 

Put your love around me 
Hold it close so I can see again 
Out of my head 
So I can say 
Baby come back to bed

i spoke to god

In The Dark Moving

Hymn For The New World (Minimal Recording)

Too Late

Official video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-5ShbcSOpg
Fresh Fave 378. Review below. 

"This is kippers for breakfast, toe curling wonder, zest on the tongue, salt in the wind, tequila burn in the chest good. I just felt Bananrama It’s Not What You Do It’s the Way That You Do It. I smell some Kate Bush influences too. Damn, I listened to the first 42 seconds over and over again. From the wondrous simplicity of the bass, the toms and the vocals “can you hear my heartbeat”. We enter the weirdness from there, nice weirdness, like deep fried mars bars, weaving a musical batter, turning your brain into a crispy exterior whilst melting your mind into a warm delightful goo on the inside."
Chris Ingram, FOTN team. 

Album 'Waiting for the Leaves' out now. 
https://nicevennett.bandcamp.com/album/waiting-for-the-leaves


Featuring:
Richard Brewer - Guitar
Jon Read - Flugelhorn
Matt Steady - Violin/Viola

Mixed and Mastered by Adam Ellis. 

Words and Music © Nic Evennett 2020

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We're going through some strange wild, 
We're crawling on our hands and our feet,
And they're coming for us!
Oooo, can you hear my heartbeat?

Engines sulking, suits sleep-walking, 
Where were you while I was talking?
Pockets fatten, flowers flatten, 
What's the worst thing that could happen?

Chorus. 

Kind's in hiding, love's deciding, 
Careful there, your mask is sliding. 
Words have seeded, most unneeded, 
I will weed if weeding's needed. 

Chorus.

Strange Wild

Give Me A Reason

Down the quays
Medicate and sway
We knew well your shadowed face
"Pits for eyes", I'd say
It was a lonely sight, though,
When we found you, 
day after your last night
Down the quays,
Sad wash of rain
down the drain behind you
That's how we find you
And marked and tracked;
Prints on skin of suffering..
Thought I was past feeling 
But my soul set shivering;
a field of reeds, 
My heart a field of reeds.. 
Straight, closed face - 
Surface of a lake - 
Blueness of your fingers, 
Peace in your gaze.. 
You've drunk 
the final dregs of your days, darlin 
The leaves fall and the prayers are said 
The trees empty their hands 
of apples on to the roads 
And in the hull of your life, 
a daughter left 
to shoulder your strife 

DREGS

MP3 out 4th December 2020
All proceeds going to Alzheimer's Society and Alzheimer Scotland.

Words and Music © Nic Evennett 2020
For Miriam, Syd, and Peter, with love. 

Official music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baqqUtd9L9o&t=199s
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It's cold outside and grey as stone.
The blankets are cruel and barely sewn.
So unravel and hold me tight.
There's too much warmth for cold tonight. 
 
We'll travel the distance and make the waves.
They'd never have saved us anyway.
I thought us here and surely there;
The message is clear that we're no where. 

But bitter's gone
And winter's not far behind. 
There's no single path to find.
You'll be singing the snow from the roses.

I've chained tomorrow to a tree.
This year has run away from me.
But darling we will be alright,
There's too much warmth for cold tonight,
There's too much warmth for cold.

Too Much Warmth For Cold Tonight

Independent singer-songwriter from Kent, UK. 
Little video introduction here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKMPLBJBK6M

'No Sheet Music' Artist. https://www.nosheetmusic.tv/artists/nic-evennett

"Evennett’s voice is a delicate mystery, warm and lustrous, yet fragile and crystalline – a bewitching blend of Kate Bush and Linda Perhacs, surrounded by dolorous, reverb-drenched piano and woven into broken-hearted balladry." Andee Connors, Pandora 

"Moving, delicate and introspective. As always, Nic Evennett's voice washes over the listener creating an incubated space I didn't want to leave."
Rapt.

Interview: 
https://cocamidemea.wordpress.com/2018/01/30/indieterria-meets-nic-evennett/

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Part of duo Cellar Door. We're over here:
https://soundcloud.com/cdoor