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[idiosyncreant]

I have a new song!

I may have posted the lyrics to this somewhere you've seen it--it's an autumn travel song. I'm really happy with the lyrics: I feel like they verge on real poetry. Doing the vocals recording I also felt like I got deep into the song and finally sang really well, too.

Crow Road (click to listen, see full info)

Slowly all the leaves fall from the oaks

A burnished nutshell brown

The wind sings sharp and the note is cold

It makes an uncanny round

 

I'm going up the crow road

Through the wastes and wood

I'm following the flight of crow

And step where no man's stood

 

 

The ground is stiff but the trees lay gold

Pillows for my head

The thatch of red and ocher hold

A canopy for my bed

 

I'm going up the crow road

Through the wastes and wood

I'm following the flight of crow

And step where no man's stood

 

Through the mountains before the snows

Fall to quench the world

I take this path to keep my oath

As the grey clouds whirl

 

I'm going up the crow road

Through the wastes and wood

I'm following the flight of crow

And step where no man's stood