Tide is the title track from Wooden Arms Debut record out on Butterfly Collectors. 

Available for pre-order here: 

http://www.butterfly-collectors.com/tide

WOODEN ARMS - Tide

Veronique Vaka's colourful & masterful EP ¨Erlendis¨ is officially available on all streaming platforms and in a fresh CD pressing with new artwork by the wonderful visual artist Bertrand Sallé.

Stream : https://orcd.co/erlendis

Order on CD : https://modernarecords.bandcamp.com/album/erlendis-reissue

.: Verndari :.

Composed and produced by Veroníque Vaka
Co-written by Björn Pálmi Pálmason
Recorded by Paul Evans at the Greenhouse Studios, Reykjavik
Additional production and engineering by Alex Somers

Performed by:
Veroníque Vaka: cello, bowed glockenspiel and field recording
Björn Pálmi Pálmason: piano
Karl James Pestka, Anna Sóley Ásmundsdóttir: violin 
Þórður Hermannsson: cello 
Alex Somers: additional instruments

Mixed by Alex Somers
Mastered by Paul Evans

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Veroníque Vaka - Verndari

Kitchen - I Saw The Devil

How Are We Ever To Know? EP released 10th June via Charlotte's own imprint Let It Go Records 

Pre order - https://itun.es/gb/aQcdcb


Burn

Lay me down on
shores of the whitest sand
soft like that woman
with the fight of a thousand men

and if you hold the key
would you set me free?
if you hold the key
would you set me free?

I’m screaming to God
‘would you come and save
what you’ve either forgot
or you’re strengthening 
I’ve finally paid the toll
and it’s all open road
just trying to find a home
take me home’

Violet iris
and lilies in bloom for spring
enticing—the silence
a song that we all can sing

and if you hold the key
would you set me free?
if you hold the key
would you set me free?

I’m screaming to God
‘would you come and save
what you’ve either forgot
or you’re strengthening 
I’ve finally paid the toll
and it’s all open road
just trying to find a home
take me home’

We’re tired and changing
heartbeats are fading
our days are numbered
the clocks, they keep ticking
I’ve been deserted,
my feelings perverted
by a pissed off and ripped off machine cycle circus
when we look in the mirror
it shatters with shame
our faces are bloody 
and sour with distain
I have seen what you are
and  I have seen who I am
and  we are desperate, we’re desperate, we’re desperate
for home…
home….

lay me down on
shores of the whitest sand
soft like that woman
with the fight of a thousand men


Open Road

as the end approaches
and i lie here in wait
as they watch with disappointment 
at the mess that i've made
i'm just another mistake
with all this hate i create
and if there is a god above me
there's a lot  on his plate

breathe
no im damned on this earth
breathe
to hurt and to hurt
and if there is a god above me that's been watching since birth
then give me one good reason, tell me what it's worth.
if there's just one good reason, tell me what it's worth

bed-ridden, tears dripping, locked in my room
downswing, aching flowers dont bloom
there's not much i can take if i take it at all
leave me alone now im crying in blue

i used to be a dancer yeah i used to swing
i used to comfort people yeah i used to sing
but now my voice is the devil
my music his horns
and my friends are dead
from this world we are torn

wont you take me away 
----------------------------------------
im writing disease till the day im deceased 
begging you please wont you listen at least
love in decrease heeding the priest's decrees
with ease is the only way to feel peace

but nothing makes sense no more,
my eyes, heart and brain are sore.
love's a bitch love's a whore
cant take this anymore

oh lord take me in, 
wash away all my sins
and deliver me from evil
and let me begin

the end

Lyrics: 

Walking down the old rails,
Ur hands are holding mine.

Moving with the wind wave,
Ur head is close to mine.

Dancing at a slow pace,
Am hopeless when am thinking.

Call me by your own name,
My plastic heart was singing.

photography art by: https://www.instagram.com/laith.sr/

Plastic Heart

The title track from my debut self-released in 2012. The track is a biographical piece about the small pockets of time and space in which we (wife & I) had to pursue our creative dreams.  Also with the small moments of hope, progression and fulfilment in this, often writing or composing in the corner of a bedroom in the small hours. Now we have children this has become even smaller and yet we find we do more writing than ever before.  

One: Fire

Salma Barakat

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