The news said; ‘The boy don’t have a home,’ in the long way
Too free even to speak a word of change
Come lead me out tonight, I see your light
And if I am called then I am run for you
Love
The golden brick road grave has new flowers
And the garden has overgrown the bee in the bower
Come lead me out tonight, I need to see a mountain burn
And I am free to say
Love
There is so much to see and it’s all so far
So I’m going to follow the lights to far off land
Come lead me out tonight, my hands are black
And I think my house has been on fire for days
Love
There she come in the morning light in a hail of doves
With all her brown skin bright with love
To come lead me off the night, back down the wild
And winding road that cuts the coast and say...
supported by 4 fans who also own “Lead Me Out Tonight”
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
supported by 4 fans who also own “Lead Me Out Tonight”
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