We were born long ago, long before, evenings ode
Riding on the starlight, lost in the moonlight, and heed of the wild
To be free as the pollen blow from the seed of Eden’s snow
We will hold our long goodbye in the poetry of the sky
And i will sing for you my darling, dear Ruru, of the sky
So you may come one day home to me along the long and gusty sea
And I will cry sweet tears of joy
So go my dear and darling one, to the call that cries in the dark
And i will be there, and I will dream of you, on the mountain,
In the tree who you can come home to
Baby, come before the morning moan from the gate of Great Unknown
Come by this way through the great hall of stars
To the mountain, where there is a sound for you my love
Just a sound, hollering, so it is so
hello, hello
Ruru, Ruru
Spare, mainly acoustic and ambient instrumentation wash around Brooke Singer's breathy ethereal vocals. If you're mad for Kate Bush, try this out. agutterfan
Sanguine but uplifting, the Toronto singer-songwriter's "transfigured" folk songs ponder existential themes with grace and wonder. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 21, 2023
A fascinating, appealing record no less “weird” than the rest of her oeuvre, but certainly the most weirdly versatile. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 25, 2022
Intimate and unique. This album plays well with a bottle of Syrah crunched up in your finest pair of headphones with candles lit in a steamy bubble bath. sig