Get all 3 Emily Jones releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Autumn Eye, The Book of the Lost, and Miscellaneous Tracks.
1. |
||||
Dark moss and cold heart,
Autumn is here.
Under the brambles,
Water runs clear.
And the pale moon's face watches over the reservoir,
Frosty apple smile.
Black eyes are shining,
Deep in the leaves.
Teeth are for tearing,
Sunlight deceives.
And the cold moon's face watches over the reservoir,
Icy apple smile.
Dark moss and cold heart,
Shadows crisp and curled,
Softly the evening,
Closes round the world.
|
||||
2. |
Bed of Mud
03:35
|
|||
Yellow reeds were bright along the creek,
Where I once walked.
Secret pools reflected light,
I send that to your eyes.
Just for your eyes,
My skies.
Dark brown earth, a bed of mud,
The years are racing by.
Nothing left to hold to,
But the craving for the light.
Just for your eyes,
My sighs.
|
||||
3. |
Hermegant and Maladine
05:24
|
|||
Look at your wrists, are they dainty and small?
Arms made of metal, that end in crab claws?
Paperclips and moths make a graceful disguise,
You snip and you snick, smile with beady green eyes.
Qualify your wings,
Tiny DNA,
Crisp silver feathers,
To shine, glide away,
Away from the compound,
And into empty air,
The evening is cool blue,
The desert is bare.
Towards the mountains,
Silent and bright,
There's a slimy skinned globe,
Trailing tendrils and lights.
You flicker around it,
And thousands of eyes,
Follow your movements,
So gentle and shy.
A strange kind of friendship,
Is born in two souls,
It gathers up pollen,
You slaughter small voles.
Eerie shadows dancing,
Below on the snow,
Now stay with each other,
These mountains are home.
|
||||
4. |
Light Appearing
01:45
|
|||
Light appearing now the rain has stopped,
Breathing air and breathing ground,
Shadows sharpen as the sun comes out,
And turns the woods to gold.
|
||||
5. |
Pieces of People
04:42
|
|||
Pieces of people, floating around your house,
Catching the light as they're passing the curtain mouth.
Dust and dandruff left there in the room, where they've all shed their skin,
Pieces of people, shimmering round your house.
Pieces of Peter, he lived here a long time ago,
He left on a train, it was heading for Walthamstow,
He couldn't wait to get away, but bits of him are here to stay,
Pieces of Peter, falling down like the snow.
Get out your vacuum, try to suck up the past,
It must be good to have this room to yourself at last,
Take a long shower, wash out your clothes,
No one likes to wear a ghost...
Pieces of people, stuck to the side of the bath.
Pieces of people, drifting around the world,
Wherever the wind blows, sending them further afield,
A farmer out in Kathmandu, he might be breathing bits of you,
Pieces of people travelling round the world,
Travelling round the world,
Travelling round the world.
|
||||
6. |
Tethered
04:07
|
|||
Mouse in its nest is rustling and turning,
Inside the wall of the house in its dream,
Despite all the years, stones are still standing,
But windows have gone and the weather's let in.
I stayed when the others had left you,
Sleeping up here all alone,
Tethered to you I protect you,
Home.
Here by the hearth, slates are still blackened,
From fires that were made by people long gone,
But the joy and the warmth, the fighting and anger,
Feelings that fade with the slow drip of rain.
I stayed when the others had left you,
Sleeping up here all alone,
Tethered to you I protect you,
Home.
The sun has gone down, no lights are lit here,
Small in the dark, I creep up the stairs,
And where the roof was now all of the stars I see,
All of the stars that are all that I see.
I stayed when the others had left you,
Sleeping up here all alone,
Tethered to you I protect you,
Home.
|
||||
7. |
Bright Shadows
00:58
|
|||
The sun is in your eyes,
And all around are bright shadows.
The sun is in your eyes,
And all else is bright shadows...
|
Emily Jones Salisbury, UK
Here are some things to listen to. If you like that sort of thing. Listening to things like this, that is.
I hope you do like that.
They are no better than they ought to be.
Streaming and Download help
Emily Jones recommends:
If you like Emily Jones, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp