Yellow Hazy Moon

The Wolf

Conspiracy

Distant Voice

A somewhat personal song that came out of nowhere one cloudy September afternoon. 
Many thanks to Guy Connor who helped me record it and create the appropriate atmosphere to embrace the lyrics:

Waves

She comes to me when I'm lonely
Dressed in feathers and bones
The air she breathes is salty
and the earth she stands on is warm
Her breath is fully textured
and her lips are made of stone

Lonely, Salty, Textured, Stone

She is a gift from my Mother
Left to me in her will
Between my lines of living
there she built her own home
She hides all that is guilty
and there she lives alone

Mother, Living, Guilty, Alone

She is this gift from my Mother
Dressed in feathers and bones
Between my lines of living
the earth she stands on is warm
She hides all that is guilty
But her lips are made of stone

Mother, Living, Guilty, Alone

Sinoda Music