Walking out into the gloaming
There is no sense of time or place
The distant lights are all around me
I cross the sand but leave no trace
The shores are black and never ending
The jetsum cast up cannot leave
There are no nets, no pier or harbour
Nothing lost can be retrieved
The breakers foam across the horizon
As figures hunch against the wind
We never meet or come together
We never begin and so we never end
Walking out into the gloaming
Till there is nothing left of home
Each grain of sand a soul departed
A life once lived under each stone
credits
from In the cities of your eyes,
released January 1, 2016
Words by Grey Malkin
Music by The Hare And The Moon/Alaska
Violin by Thomas Roberts
Mastered by Michael Begg
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Love the Dots. So different, so weird. The music is sublime, the style...who knows, who cares!. The vocals and lyrics, different!. This is the strangest of the Dots albums I've had the pleasure of hearing and I just had to have a vinyl copy...excellent. Robert Wallace
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You know what you're going to get; original and ever-so-slightly off kilter music rich with life's experience and aural experimentation. vykr