And all along I dreamt of you 
That pearly night from mountain view, 
And all along my heart raced too 
Beneath those starry avenues. 

The morning came as moon did set 
And light upon the landscape crept 
To shadows keen its friendship kept 
In minds that woke just as they slept. 

And came the sun all fresh and new 
To soak the seas with golden brew 
And pledge its soul, to make it two 
Combine and find forgotten few.

Song For A Rose

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And if the textures of the floor are not enough
Then seek all;
Harmonies in the wind,
Shades of the sun,
Dust on the land.
Every breath is exploration,
In my waking dream I find you,
In my sleepy stroll I call you,
Standing catatonic.
Far past the outpost,
In the midnight of winter and loss.

And if the textures of the floor are not enough

this silence is
like the architecture of humanity

Like A Mirror In My Eyes

Man
                            Has 

     NO 


                  F      A              C                        E

Man Has No Face

That Forever Place

Do Not Waste Any More Time

Textures

This is my final year performance at uni. Recorded live 8.5.12 and featuring Scott Riby 

After Giving Information, You Will Be Disintoxicated

Troubled Times

Based in Manchester and studying at Manchester Met Uni, Ananke is part of the Superneutral collective which compose, record and produce original material in various styles, including experimental, folk, blues, electronic, etc etc.... Further links are :

http://sup3rn3utral.wordpress.com/ 

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Ananke Tartarus