Could Divine from Could Divine by anrimeal

Section A1:
Mountains and mountains on top of you.
Scratching the surface of what I can and cannot do,
Searching the miles of you.

Section B:
To be wafted across the magnificence of your figure,
The miracle of death.

I buried the pictures of my own dad,
I buried the streets of London, oh I’m so sad,
I turned the trees around, oh I’m so bad.

Morris likes the day, he’s stable by afternoon.

My eyes are the well that keep the water in the village,
My body is the wood that sings the wind with its shivers.

Be the man you say you are.
I wish I didn’t have to ask you for this now, I’m far far out.
At the centre of the earth, at the bottom of the universe, I’m far far out. Just be the man you say you are.

Tell me what you want from me
Take all my gems and leave
Take all my gems and leave me.

If I could divine.
Fertility shot my sadness in the face.

Section A:
In this world of unfamiliar diseases I may catch one.
In this world of unfamiliar diseases I may catch one.
In this world of unfamiliar diseases.
If you don’t come home, this is what I’ll do

• Folk
• ambient
• collage
• compu-folk
• drone
• freak folk
• sampling
• sound collage
• London