It starts with distant thunder
Born under skies, dressed in ochre.
Pressure rising up and over
The anticipating land.
Under layers of white noise
And through the static, sounds a voice.
I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)
I remained outside,
With every nerve alive.
Lightning struck without remorse
And gave a cue to move indoors.
The TV died, as did the lights.
In the dark the radio came to life.
Under layers of white noise
And through static, sounds a voice.
I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)
The secret station of my choice...
Forgotten music in the noise,
Inviting me to dance a minor dance.
Faded an ethereal music that is dying to be heard.
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts.
Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been...
Faded a ethereal music that is dying to be heard.
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again)
Aided by a thunderstorm,
I came upon this station from old days.
I intend to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain.
I wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been.
- :
- Cold Comfort
- When Lust Evokes The Curse
- Altitude
- The Hating Tree
- Return To The Breath
- Miscellaneous
- Synthesize
- And We Are Falling Leaves...
- The Druid Autumn
- Death for Life, Volume 1
- Ghosts From the Darkside, Volume 1
- Neue Holländische Welle 2.0
- Call on the Dark, Volume 2
- Gallery of Reality
- Dream of the Black Lady
- My New Time
- Dream of the Dead
- Gothic Spirits 7
- Call on the Dark 2
- Dream of the Snake