I love how this song reminds me of passing by streets in December's breeze and warmly holding hand I long to touch. I dunno why but it's such a beautiful song
The first time I heard your music was in Vienna, where you supported Lisa Hannigan. Thinkin of those beautiful performances makes me miss concerts even more nowadays. Hope to see the three of you again in 2021 :)
The day you walked into the bookstore Waving cross the aisle Truth is I was glad to see you Though I couldn't smile I thought about the last time we spoke What you said had hurt Oh and now you show up talking nicely In the place that I work And I know it's been a month or two But surely you remember Oh why did you pick now to show up Last day of December And no this isn't a good time But yes I'd like to talk Maybe you should stay a while We could take a walk And I wish I wasn't so nervous But you put me on edge Last time that I saw you Our legs were swinging from the ledge Of the window At that party I remember the feel of it And how fucking real was it When we had it all And we had it all I can't count the nights we stayed up Talking miles in subtleties Now I can't bear to catch your eye Or stray from pleasantries And I know that I don't have the right To say this anymore But I love you Won't you hang around I get off at four The day you walked into the bookstore Waving cross the aisle Truth is I was glad to see you Though I couldn't smile I thought about the last time we spoke What you said had hurt Oh and now you show up talking nicely In the place that I work
The year could be 2026 and a Man picked up a "rock" to strike a fire and found electrifyingly it held properties of Fairies and past sounds; histories of Love and sentient, but it was actually this sound He heard before his return to the Past, or Our Future. Or maybe just Mushroom jiving to good Earth, who the Fuk knows
Three of Ireland’s best voices👌🏽
Glad to see this where it belongs! I discovered you through Lisa and you became an instant favourite. Thank you for the beautiful music.
What’s perfection ? This is perfection. Pure beauty, blissful and sweet. Pure grace, pure love, pure poetry.
Can’t stop watching this.
I love how this song reminds me of passing by streets in December's breeze and warmly holding hand I long to touch. I dunno why but it's such a beautiful song
That is beautiful. I hope you finish that poem.
This is so beautiful, thanks
This song is, well, it's beautiful.
Beautiful Song. Amazing Voices. 🌷💚
The first time I heard your music was in Vienna, where you supported Lisa Hannigan. Thinkin of those beautiful performances makes me miss concerts even more nowadays. Hope to see the three of you again in 2021 :)
Thank you so much for making my day ♡♡♡
beautiful!!❤
Sublime y hermoso, gracias por compartir su musica
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Great stuff.
The day you walked into the bookstore
Waving cross the aisle
Truth is I was glad to see you
Though I couldn't smile
I thought about the last time we spoke
What you said had hurt
Oh and now you show up talking nicely
In the place that I work
And I know it's been a month or two
But surely you remember
Oh why did you pick now to show up
Last day of December
And no this isn't a good time
But yes I'd like to talk
Maybe you should stay a while
We could take a walk
And I wish I wasn't so nervous
But you put me on edge
Last time that I saw you
Our legs were swinging from the ledge
Of the window
At that party
I remember the feel of it
And how fucking real was it
When we had it all
And we had it all
I can't count the nights we stayed up
Talking miles in subtleties
Now I can't bear to catch your eye
Or stray from pleasantries
And I know that I don't have the right
To say this anymore
But I love you
Won't you hang around
I get off at four
The day you walked into the bookstore
Waving cross the aisle
Truth is I was glad to see you
Though I couldn't smile
I thought about the last time we spoke
What you said had hurt
Oh and now you show up talking nicely
In the place that I work
The year could be 2026 and a Man picked up a "rock" to strike a fire and found electrifyingly it held properties of Fairies and past sounds; histories of Love and sentient, but it was actually this sound He heard before his return to the Past, or Our Future.
Or maybe just Mushroom jiving to good Earth, who the Fuk knows