Why is the land frozen? Why has the thaw not come? We didn’t need another winter so soon. We can't afford sentimentality, we have to survive and live what is left. Eighteen hundred and froze to death. A fragment cloud of tephra erupting from Mount Tambora. Our bright sun was extinguished. What was created sticks in the mind, not what was lost; the modern prometheus will attest. Eighteen hundred and froze to death. We can’t keep on in this way. We don’t know where to go, but still we are going. We all decline in a poverty year, yet we survive; to hell with the rest. Eighteen hundred and froze to death.
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haia, dwi wedi trio pob ffordd fedra'i ond dim ond Ffarout sydd yn lawrlwytho, fedra'i yn fy myw ddim ffeindio gweddill yr albwm! fi sy'n gwneud rwbath yn rong ta be? idrismj
Delicately constructed, understatedly intricate, and profoundly moving folk music from Scottish singer-songwriter Stephen McAll. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2021