The Rialto

Elara

Bleaklow: a windswept gritstone plateau in the Dark Peak area of Derbyshire. In amongst the stark features of this wilderness are peat bogs, heather moorland, the sad site of a B29 plane wreck and The Wain Stones. Two of these boulders form the amazing 'Kissing Stones' - an inspiring sight for those who venture up there.

Bleaklow Blues (The Kissing Stones)

Shades Of Gray

ALFONSO LLORENTE: VOCALS,ACOUSTIC GUITAR, SITAR, ELECTRIC GUITARS, BASS, SYNTH & DRUMS

My personal touch for this 1966 great classic

TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS (Beatles)

A collaboration with a fellow bedroom producer. Although, Emily gets out much more now that she's dead.
Lyrics by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain

Words & Music  © Nic Evennett 2021
Image unknown.
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Hold out a hand to those mislaid.
...Naivety's best accolade...
And still we warm the wild wanderlust.
But I can't tell what blooms, what's broken,
And what is true in all that's spoken,
With nothing left to paw through all the dust.

What's coming's flashing blue into the night,
The beaming's blinding every time.
But please don't wake me,
I,
I don't want to know.
I don't want to know. 

Those good intentions look so pretty,
And so do lights in violent cities - 
We're not that good at being good at all.
Not always weak who need your worry:
The strong are tired and always sorry.
Been built so high, they're liable to fall.
 
And so my riddles gather in the hall
With flowers, standing by my side. 
A you-shaped gap...
Oh, I, 
I don't want to know.
I don't want to know.

I Don't Want To Know

Albion Gmaj 02

Starlight, Starbright by Keri Johnson
Photo Credits: Jamie Street

It seems like yesterday oh my sweet child
back when the days seemed long- and the nights wild

Just like those days unchained, let's go somewhere
where we can feel the wind and the fresh air

Starlight, starbright
underneath the moonlight
Starlight, starbright
make a little love tonight

Riding the gentle waves of your ocean
finding the light in your reflection

Bathed in the warmth of this vibration
touching your skin's a celebration

Bridge
Baby pack our bags and find a place to go
or we can just stay here and turn the lights down low

Wind against our skin as the night wind blows
Or we can light a fire and see where it goes

Keri Johnson's Album

Starlight, Starbright

SnorkelPuff & Fuzzee Peeches come to visit

wave

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