Sending the first scouts over Back from the place beyond the dawn Horse, bear your broken soldier Eyes frozen wide at what went on And time, in our camp, is moving As you'd anticipate it to But what is this sample proving? Anecdotes cannot say what Time may do I kid with rufous nightjar When our men are all asleep It ain't about how rare you are But how hard you are to see Take, you and me When are you from, said he In our blind of winter leaves As we sighted out their fliers In the grayscale of the night And fumbled on the bare ground To bury round landmines While the dew lay down and dried We signal private poorwill, when morning starts to loom: Pull up from your dive Till we hear the telltale Boom Too soon Hotdogging loon, caught there Like a shard of mirror in the moon Now they've stopped giving orders But i follow anyway Laying in our state of torpor Waiting out the day While the dew burns away Rushing, tearing, speeding home Bound to a wheel that is not my own Where round every bend I long to see Temporal infidelity All along the road, the lights stream by I want to go where the dew won't dry I want to go where the light won't bend Far as the eye may reach, nor end But inasmuch as that light is loaned And, insofar as we've borrowed bones Must every debt now be repaid In star-spotted, sickle-winged night raids While we sing to the garden, and we sing to the stars And we sing in the meantime Wherever you are? In the folds and the branches Somewhere, out there I was only just born into open air Now hush, little babe You don't want to be Down in the trenches Remembering with me Where you will not mark my leaving And you will not hear my parting song Nor is there cause for grieving Nor is there cause for carrying on And daughter, when you are able Come down and join, the kettle's on And your family's round the table Will you come down, before the sun is gone?
man i was waiting for the keybordist to play those haunting chords from the album version at the end but he never did. im sure there was a good reason for it.
When she sings "the kettle's on" I cry every single time without fail, even when i'm consciously trying not to.
her delivery of that line is incredible 🥺 ow ouch ow
Same for me
How could a person be that talented
Thank you so much for uploading this. I had no idea she performed Anecdotes on Kimmel too.
Genius composition and performance.
2:41 ✨
she is perfect. thanks for uploading.
Phenomenal musician.
Flawless execution but I prefer the studio style and arrangement.
Thank you for this you bunch are wonderful!!!! X
Thank you so much for uploading.... addictive
She got so much better (in the best way!)
Sending the first scouts over
Back from the place beyond the dawn
Horse, bear your broken soldier
Eyes frozen wide at what went on
And time, in our camp, is moving
As you'd anticipate it to
But what is this sample proving?
Anecdotes cannot say what Time may do
I kid with rufous nightjar
When our men are all asleep
It ain't about how rare you are
But how hard you are to see
Take, you and me
When are you from, said he
In our blind of winter leaves
As we sighted out their fliers
In the grayscale of the night
And fumbled on the bare ground
To bury round landmines
While the dew lay down and dried
We signal private poorwill, when morning starts to loom:
Pull up from your dive
Till we hear the telltale Boom
Too soon
Hotdogging loon, caught there
Like a shard of mirror in the moon
Now they've stopped giving orders
But i follow anyway
Laying in our state of torpor
Waiting out the day
While the dew burns away
Rushing, tearing, speeding home
Bound to a wheel that is not my own
Where round every bend I long to see
Temporal infidelity
All along the road, the lights stream by
I want to go where the dew won't dry
I want to go where the light won't bend
Far as the eye may reach, nor end
But inasmuch as that light is loaned
And, insofar as we've borrowed bones
Must every debt now be repaid
In star-spotted, sickle-winged night raids
While we sing to the garden, and we sing to the stars
And we sing in the meantime
Wherever you are?
In the folds and the branches
Somewhere, out there
I was only just born into open air
Now hush, little babe
You don't want to be
Down in the trenches
Remembering with me
Where you will not mark my leaving
And you will not hear my parting song
Nor is there cause for grieving
Nor is there cause for carrying on
And daughter, when you are able
Come down and join, the kettle's on
And your family's round the table
Will you come down, before the sun is gone?
Vi esse assim que terminei de ver a apresentação dela de sprout and the bean em 2005, MANO.......
Ela tem umas musgas que é você ouvir e chorar copiosamente por pura emoção.
Nice colours
man i was waiting for the keybordist to play those haunting chords from the album version at the end but he never did. im sure there was a good reason for it.
como é que pode uma coisa dessas
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