Sing me a song of a lass that is gone,
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lass that's gone!

an account of the summer of 2016 / all the painful longing and boredom / all the real, living, things that i am part of.

(mostly bittersweet folk, but also music from other genres with seemingly no connection whatsoever??? most of them are sad though. there are also very occassional personal comments in the annotations!)

10 tracks