Lotus Bloom(with Caleb)

i cried out to your turned eyes
the echo chamber became silent

a night of haze and train yard sounds
i return to my nest

train yard

Lyrics:
Stop to watch those hills carry mane like lace and lone oak under clouds which lie brave with winged wave of feather-folk
 No ancient hand on wand 
No being spoke this to being
 I was a gazing doe 
I want to be as wild as the wicked wind, though pass like a soft breeze 
I remember that I thought one could gain wings and that things do fade with ease and gentle bidding to the light
 Like ancient hand on wand, what magic that would be! 
I was a gazing doe
 I want to live as wild as the wicked wind, though die like a soft breeze
 Elder hills roll white with a cold fanfare 
and I, a gazing doe, have learned to graze elsewhere

Cello performed by Jake Saunders
Viola performed by Aurora Giselle Torres Cuevas

All songs written and recorded by Samwise Carlson
Stereophonic Mastering by Timothy Stollenwerk
Artwork by Samwise Carlson
Special thanks to Curly Cassettes

Gazing Doe


I’m alone, in the new room.
i got the wood floors, i got the windows
to the desert

i got my freedom
you got the good lord’s touch
i got my freedom
i got devil’s clutch

together and apart again
together and apart again

i see long long road
about a thousand
miles
til where you are
til where you’ll find her
til where you are

you search high
you search low
‘cross the red red earth
you search high you oughta know
it’s a man hunt
…

and you search for me
and you call
and you think of me
in the night

and you call for me
you search you search so hard and high
and you think of me
when you lie
awake

but i’m alone
in the new room
got the wood floors and the windows to the desert too.
i got my freedoms
you good the good lord’s touch
i got my freedoms
cuz the devil doesn’t ask too much

in the man hunt
in the man hunt
in the man hunt
for me

manhunt

snowflyer - ep

No Worries

offered

didn't write it for you but i said i did 
now it's come true, only took a year for you
and i take it back, i take it back, i take it all
i eat my words at every meal until i'm full

was it all worth it in the end?
don't say those things if you only want a friend

friend

bitty take 2

valentine

Tispur is a dream-folk project fronted by Samwise Carlson from Boise, ID. It combines intricate guitar-work, dream-like vocals, and ornate lyricism to excite evocative imagery of imaginary worlds. Samwise is known for their angelic vocal style, impressive range and gently hypnotic, moving performances akin with the spirits of Nick Drake, Vashti Bunyan, and Joanna Newsom.

Gazing Doe

Tispur

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