Relax, in the Darkness,
Huddle down here in the Deep,
And it’s here you will find us,
Drawing strength from that which it Breaths,
The Rats, in the basement,
Are ripping up all the words,
Ran out to the pavement,
Where the music fled from the birds.
Still lacking in their ambition,
To fly to another world,
The blue sky’s are calling,
But I’m drown in this sinking hurt.
F.C.
credits
from The Word,
released February 27, 2014
Bass: Brian Dolan
Percussion: Eddie Carroll
Trumpet: Brian Goggin
Guitar: Fergie Milton
Backing Vocals: Eddie Keenan/Aoife Doolin
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
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