The fog has gone and the dawn is breaking now
Sweat turns red upon your face
And you can feel the fear twisting its jagged knife
No harvest in these fields so that you can survive
The killing pulled you to this ground
Guns blazing around you
Deafening with their sounds
Ooo...clouds are gathering
Rain is falling with your mother's cries
The lilac blooms lie across the open page
The words are heavy in the air
All prayers to our Father - has he foresaken this place?
The lion soon will come to this battle that we face
The killing pulled you to this ground
Guns blazing around you
Deafening with their sounds
Ooh...clouds are gathering
Rain is falling with your mothers cries
A work of beautiful, pointillist guitar from Martyn Heyne, the moving songs on “Electric Intervals” are made of tiny pinpricks of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 11, 2017
These almost heartbreakingly gentle felted piano compositions have the delicacy and loveliness of slow-falling snow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2023