Going on East won’t happen
It’s never quiet now
You sit listless by the window
And what’s the point of the vow when it’s
Evening

There are a thousand rivers here-
Washing the walls white
See a rose go by, the pattern
Of beds, of nuptial beds, goes
By

Oh, so rise the waters
Oh I hear the waters
Oh so rise the waters

You see the  young boy out there
Holding what he owns
And struggle with that strange offering
You see him, looking
Down

Then in the sky there comes the sound
Of all our voices
Deaf to it with eyes closed
Your world goes
On 

Oh so rise the waters
Oh I hear the waters
Oh I hear the waters
Oh I hear the flood

the flood (demo)

The flame cradled against my breast
The world flickers against my breast

Have mercy on me 

The fuel soaking the clothes
The walk before you all 

Have mercy on me

Nostalghia

A wet womb of moss
Is the place it was born
Where the waters flow soft
And quiet, and warm

Of a sun or a flame
Or a star or an eye 
To be seen’s to be known
To be known is to die

Oh you'll see
Oh you'll see

It is said that the light 
was never seen there
To be seen is to be known
Whether in the glare

Of a sun or a flame
Or a star or an eye 
To be seen’s to be known
To be known is to die

Oh you'll see
Oh you'll see
Oh you'll see too, I promise you

And so it does sleep
Under field, under path
Until comes the hour
Of ending its fast

Then sun, flame, and star
And all that does burn
Will be known by its eye
And each quiet in turn

Oh you'll see
Oh you'll see
Oh you'll see too, I promise you

Gnostic Carol

Oh water take me in
There is God in dilapidation
Oh ruin take my sin
Hold me warm in your consolation 

Oh rainfall bless my soul
Touch the wrist the veins the cold
Oh river hear the prayer
Underneath you, seeing there

Written and recorded by Wyn Oran
Produced & Mastered to Tape by Sam Hanlan

The Watching

Going on East won’t happen
It’s never quiet now
You sit listless by the window
And what’s the point of a vow when it’s
Evening

There are a thousand rivers here
Washing the walls white
See a rose go by, the pattern
Of beds, nuptial beds, goes
By

Oh so rise the waters
Oh I hear the waters
Oh so rise the waters

You see a young boy out there
Holding what he owns
And struggle with that strange offering
You see him, looking
Down

And then in the sky there comes the sound
Of all of our voices
Deaf to it with eyes closed
Your world goes
On 

Oh so rise the waters
Oh I hear the waters
Oh so rise the waters
Oh I hear the flood

Written and recorded by Wyn Oran
Produced & Mastered to Tape by Sam Hanlan at The Famous Gold Watch Studios

The Flood

Saturn

Free Ones of the Field

All That for Life

Meeting the Three Souls on an Eleventh Day

Dawn

The Cure Tree

In the Bleak Midwinter

7&7&I

“For now we see through a glass darkly”
Scottish/Irish musician based in Berlin

Wyn Oran

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