Aldous Harding - Swell Does The Skull - Moon Mountain Sessions

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  • Опубліковано 12 лис 2024

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  • @nikkifarrington-clarke9995
    @nikkifarrington-clarke9995 Рік тому +4

    And now that my purring puss cat has only recently transformed into pure energy and light for the moment I remember him loving this and our moment together. RIP my Benbearcat. i loved you so much my boy xxxx

  • @sharonspears1895
    @sharonspears1895 2 роки тому +5

    Exquisite

  • @themysticmuse
    @themysticmuse Рік тому +1

    Love her.🔥
    Excellent recording.

  • @hellovanite
    @hellovanite 3 роки тому +5

    magnificent

  • @louisfenaroli8802
    @louisfenaroli8802 2 роки тому +4

    it brings me to tears it is so beautiful.

  • @thenightskyisajewellerysto2871
    @thenightskyisajewellerysto2871 4 роки тому +9

    Wow. Beautifully shot as usual. Aldous's talent is remarkable, her music is heart-stopping!

  • @theburleygriffin
    @theburleygriffin 4 роки тому +7

    Very beautiful!

  • @michael-ce2oh
    @michael-ce2oh 3 роки тому +4

    Stunning

  • @amineral9459
    @amineral9459 3 роки тому +3

    This transcends time

  • @amandafeliciano542
    @amandafeliciano542 3 роки тому +4

    Shes like a musical instrument a in herself.....so amazing

  • @telephonepolaroids
    @telephonepolaroids 2 роки тому +6

    Up on moon mountain, tucked away in the forest.
    She waits by the fire.
    There's a door at the end of the hall.
    Silence, subdued crackling of burning wood in front of her.
    Hot tea in hand.
    Fresh bread on the wooden counter. Raw honey spread neatly over.
    Flames in her eyes.
    She gets up, grabs a small flask from the mantle. Unscrews the cap, winces at the bittersweet spirits, and waiting.
    Flames in her eyes.
    Just like they've always been there. Maybe...
    She grabs more wood, and tosses it into the fire non-chalantly.
    The door at the end of the hall opens, a petite long raven-haired gal walks through.
    More fire, she takes out a small pistol from around her lower back. She keeps it tucked underneath her belt. Removes the round in the chamber, and sets the gun on the counter next to the bread.
    "How are things?"
    "They could be better, I made the bread over there, fresh honey."
    "Okay."
    Now both of them waiting by the fire.
    Flames in their eyes.
    What else would they be up to, if not good, but no good.
    It stands to reason.
    Does it?
    Doesn't it?
    Two poets, outcasts of modernity.
    The calendar's empty. Fill it with nonsense, after awhile it'll seem like it amounts to something important.
    Except to them, sitting in silence up on moon mountain.

  • @nikkifarrington-clarke9995
    @nikkifarrington-clarke9995 2 роки тому +3

    Mmmmm....Best hummed with your hand on a purring puss cat as you listen to this astonishing song. Omg I so love her work it makes me cry on the regular but I don't care because it's just beautiful and unique

  • @NatureEllaJ
    @NatureEllaJ 9 місяців тому

    🌸✨

  • @mosstraa
    @mosstraa 3 роки тому +1

    💗