I remember your pale ankles
being ravaged by the seabirds
as you stood there on the beach,
stricken then from speech
I recall your long hair flowing
as the autumn winds were blowing
shifting sands about your feet,
colored sands, the high hill colored sands
Holly the undying haunt, possessing the heart of me
I cry alone in the hollows of my room
Holly the undying haunt, ensparking my memory
I still see your face in the light of the half lit moon
On the shores of aromessence
I recall your adolescence
as I slumbered by the reeds,
Holly stands in the wind blown sprinkling seeds
I remember cherished moments
when I smothered you with kisses
and got tangled in your beads...
Holly the undying haunt, possessing the heart of me
I cry alone in the hollows of my room
Holly the undying haunt, ensparking my memory
I still see your face in the light of the half lit moon
And the gray tongue god
pressed against my window
enslaving me forever... the undying haunt
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
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This is one of my favourite bandcamp compilations, it's so damn good. So many amazing songs & new bands to discover. I feel sorry for anyone that doesn't have it. Doctor Shakamoto
Occult psych-folk in the '70s U.K. tradition that further affirms the historical link between Appalachian and British folk songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2019