I must invent a new symbolic astral projection
following shape and melody
I must communicate with the aetherial ones
dressed in leather and smelling of strawberries
I must transpose the full moons infinite symphony
of raven winged reverence
I saw a light in the forest
I thought it might be Merlin
but it was a motorway station
Hedgewidge is dancing in my garden
I must build myself another new spaceship from the guitar
I buried under the willow tree
I must write a letter to the priest of the underworld
who wears a mask of eyeless obsidian
I must find balance but it’s very hard
when you’re a paper bag blown in the vortex
I saw a light in the forest
I thought it just might be Lilith
but it was only an empty disco
Hedgewidge is dancing in my garden
inside the skull of the owl hides the cathedral
I’m down on my knees and I’m ready to pray there
I am not keen on loosing my hair
but I admit that the diamond must fade now
I am a soul I am a body
I am a king and a queen
you are a soul you are a body
you are a queen and a king
we’ll find our way to the light in the forest
no matter how long it takes us
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Sparse, haunting songs in the British folk tradition of June Tabor with experimental drones & atmospherics that remind me of the quiet side of Kate Bush's "Hounds of Love" LP. A wedding between Gaelic/Celtic folk music and "Hearts of Space" new age music. Several dark Christmas carols. Perfect for NPR radio fans. Art Fin