How lovely and tragic. Perhaps at times, we are both The Wreckers and The Wrecked living in the same body. Neil, you do have a lovely voice and it's always a joy to listen to. Thank you for the upload.
I have been a fan since I was 9 years old (I’m 32 now.) I am constantly so excited and surprised and inspired by your art. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world. And I cannot wait to listen to this full album on vinyl.
That last crecendo about sending "a small pain, to whisper to your pain and keep it company" and "a smile when smiles are scarce" is such a powerful and meaningful thing to hear, especially as someone making art and hoping to inspire and give hope to others. That's our call to action, that's our greatest aspiration. Also, nature being innocent and cruel at the same time is so powerfully true and wonderful. The world is so much richer and madder and wonderful and terrifying than we will ever know. This was a beautiful poem, gave my heart such a lift, especially knowing it was made so intimately and for someone who really needed to hear something comforting and kind. Thank you Neil and FourPlay!
Absolutely beautifully done... I'd love to order the CD but once shipping is added (Netherlands) it's currently a bit too much. I'll probably get it at some point after the release 😎🙏
It only appears to amble off the stage of drama and eventually comes back - encore after encore. Ghostly scars searching; murky and lively waters provide a forceful and ill-advised navigable pull of a wave. The seas play tug-of-war with me and this rueful rolling mix of waves, as ill-tempered breezes under a sailor’s dead moon, illuminate in silence the cold ships that are still afloat on bludgeoning white caps of yesteryear. This old pirate moon hangs freely while singing ‘bout our lord, and death -shapeless now and not conforming, it sails in the black beauty of space-time reaching out with waspishly fingers attempting to eat a foray of phantom ships in the blackish night. Churning old waves, it stirs the gulls in flight, which are quietly viewed from the mast of those ghost ships that once plied the seas, searching still, and seeking those turbulent clouds that resemble an old sailor in the dizzying stillness among liquid moonbeams and their razor-like glow. Oh, the shark, Babe, she has such teeth, dear / and it shows, Those pearly whites” … Your whispered messages are a potent voice. And every splash sounds like applause among the jagged rocks along my imagination’s coastline... How deathly afraid was I now of your hurtful waves? These waters are flowing outward with an undulating motion, a forceful agitation- Revealing feelings buried within my reflection which ripples up foaming memories, and is now anchored to this mournful nightlight, Illuminating the "uh-oh'", that is swimming across a cold sailor’s trembling mouth. Experience the driving rhythms of chanteys and the beauty of seafaring ...We need, as the sunrises, something greater to shake this menace and for me to hear a clamor of voices, the oceans together saying, “Sail on, sailor…”
Hi Cardbuddy, if I (Lara from FourPlay) can jump in here… we wrote the music to Neil’s poem, wanting it to rise and shift with his words. However it’s the collaboration that makes it so special. We recorded this together, Neil speaking, us playing, performing it as an ensemble.
@@FourPlayStringQuartet hi there, amazing album, in love honestly. Just wondering. Are any of you fans of FromSoft games? Because the intro of this song instantly transported me to Firelink Shrine in Dark Souls 3. Comforting melancholia.
I feel like I have listened to this haunting, aching, beautiful poem a 1000 times already and will countless times more.
How lovely and tragic.
Perhaps at times, we are both The Wreckers and The Wrecked living in the same body.
Neil, you do have a lovely voice and it's always a joy to listen to. Thank you for the upload.
I have too many dreams and smiles to spare, but company for my pain is hard to come by
Pure. Beautiful. Exceptionally Gaiman. ❤️
I have been a fan since I was 9 years old (I’m 32 now.) I am constantly so excited and surprised and inspired by your art. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world. And I cannot wait to listen to this full album on vinyl.
That last crecendo about sending "a small pain, to whisper to your pain and keep it company" and "a smile when smiles are scarce" is such a powerful and meaningful thing to hear, especially as someone making art and hoping to inspire and give hope to others. That's our call to action, that's our greatest aspiration. Also, nature being innocent and cruel at the same time is so powerfully true and wonderful. The world is so much richer and madder and wonderful and terrifying than we will ever know. This was a beautiful poem, gave my heart such a lift, especially knowing it was made so intimately and for someone who really needed to hear something comforting and kind. Thank you Neil and FourPlay!
🌜 Magnificent storytelling, magnificent music 🌛
Simply beautiful.
the music creates such an atmospheric layer
Thank you! So glad you like it. (Lara)
Thanks for this.
Great work everyone.
Dear Esther 2 looking 🔥
But seriously, this is so beautiful. I want to fall asleep on the beach listening to this.
wow ❤ love it
Very haunting
beautiful
I love this as much, or maybe just a little bit more, than all the things Neil writes that I so dearly love. Thank you, Neil. ❤️😁⭐️🙏
Both thought provoking and lyrical. Thank you.
Gorgeous and haunting. Bravo!
Beautiful ❤️
Speechless 🕸️🖤🕸️
*snaps* beautifully haunting! *snaps*
I want to wrap myself around your voice and keep it close, like a dragon with its hoard, lol. This was beautiful ♤♡♤
Wow
Love it
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜
Greetings from Brazil, Mr. Gaiman
Absolutely beautifully done...
I'd love to order the CD but once shipping is added (Netherlands) it's currently a bit too much.
I'll probably get it at some point after the release 😎🙏
It only appears to amble off the stage of drama and eventually comes back - encore after encore. Ghostly scars searching; murky and lively waters provide a forceful and ill-advised navigable pull of a wave. The seas play tug-of-war with me and this rueful rolling mix of waves, as ill-tempered breezes under a sailor’s dead moon, illuminate in silence the cold ships that are still afloat on bludgeoning white caps of yesteryear.
This old pirate moon hangs freely while singing ‘bout our lord, and death -shapeless now and not conforming, it sails in the black beauty of space-time reaching out with waspishly fingers attempting to eat a foray of phantom ships in the blackish night.
Churning old waves, it stirs the gulls in flight, which are quietly viewed from the mast of those ghost ships that once plied the seas, searching still, and seeking those turbulent clouds that resemble an old sailor in the dizzying stillness among liquid moonbeams and their razor-like glow.
Oh, the shark,
Babe, she has such teeth, dear / and it shows,
Those pearly whites” …
Your whispered messages are a potent voice. And every splash sounds like applause among the jagged rocks along my imagination’s coastline...
How deathly afraid was I now of your hurtful waves?
These waters are flowing outward with an undulating motion, a forceful agitation- Revealing feelings buried within my reflection which ripples up foaming memories, and is now anchored to this mournful nightlight, Illuminating the "uh-oh'", that is swimming across a cold sailor’s trembling mouth.
Experience the driving rhythms of chanteys and the beauty of seafaring ...We need, as the sunrises, something greater to shake this menace and for me to hear a clamor of voices, the oceans together saying, “Sail on, sailor…”
well that was really good
but you're against the internet archive so i can't support you
neil you good seems like a midlife crisis maybe its time for more sandmen
🤔
What an odd question. I'm good, yes. I think 62 is a bit late for a midlife crisis.
@@neilgaiman maybe not "midlife";
Life doesn't even really seem to always recognize its own limits. You never know. 🤷
This is wonderful. I’m curious. Who decides what part of your words deserve what aspect of what instrument? Or are the words written to the music?
Hi Cardbuddy, if I (Lara from FourPlay) can jump in here… we wrote the music to Neil’s poem, wanting it to rise and shift with his words. However it’s the collaboration that makes it so special. We recorded this together, Neil speaking, us playing, performing it as an ensemble.
@@FourPlayStringQuartet hi there, amazing album, in love honestly. Just wondering. Are any of you fans of FromSoft games? Because the intro of this song instantly transported me to Firelink Shrine in Dark Souls 3. Comforting melancholia.