My mercurial no-fi indie folk-pop masterpiece from 2007!
Updated with 3 post-folk musical mosaics from new Furred Release!
Lyrics
wanderon
a burning ship can still be beautiful,
a haunted wreck can still enflame,
and with the turn, of the night,
im gonna set myself on fire,
and rip out my mispent desires,
im gonna get my soul rewired,
and face the dawn
a forlorn breath can still be purposeful,
an empty room can still inspire,
and with the break, of the tide,
im gonna join the drowning coral choir,
the waves carry songs carry me higher,
ill wash up reforged but not too tired,
to race my dreams
a vast construct can still feel unfulfilled,
a tiny spark could change nine worlds,
and as im released, with a sigh,
ill denounce this star cursed dance,
meet the horizon where the sky bleeds ash,
and question the soft symbolled ziggurats,
then walk away
the sharpest peak can still be traversable,
the coldest cave can still be home,
and with the descent, of this flight,
ill pin the perfect picture to my eyelids,
send smoke signals from my path through the highlands,
understand i havent given up but times has,
long since gone
ill walk on to face the amnesty of a fiery dawn,
and surrender to the strange taste of a golden beyond,
these forgotten words ive always heard, wonder wander on,
wanderon
