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Ancestor

by the darkling air

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1.
Silver lightning fractures the sky. I saw it puncture fear into your eyes. It's a natural phenomenon to be stricken by. It's a natural reaction to be terrified. silver lightning triggers the mind. A marvellous destructive argument ignites. It's irrational bravery, basking in it's fight. It's a misunderstanding never reconciled.
2.
Old Romantic 03:44
You manifest in all your brilliance. I must admit I was initially suspicious. I thought you were some grand illusion, and that my chronic lack of light was all too well established. You seem to relish at my poor croaking heart, Aren't you delighted with yourself? You've always been an old romantic, If it's practical then I am too. You wish I wasn't so pedantic, Yet you're precisely everything I love. You danced into my blue existence, And caught me up in your celestial undercurrent. I usually go home to my own empty bed. I woke up in your arms instead. You've always been an old romantic, If it's practical then I am too. You wish I wasn't so pedantic, Yet you're precisely everything I love. One step, two step into magic. I felt it lifting up my heels. We flew around on feathered slippers. Now you've convinced me that it's real.
3.
So this is your first day on planet earth. Cut from your armour. Plucked from the turf. The wildest of weather we've both come through. My injuries hushed when beholding you. I am to be your stone, keeper and truth Burning the light that encompasses you. I wont always have the answer, But I wish to always be here on stand by. This is new heartache, this yearning for The wisdom to raise a courageous girl. I was never a fighter until there was you. I'm in fear of the world that you're heading into. Where life can be unkind may kindness be you. A hand on the heart of all that you do. One day you'll reel in your anchor. You'll drift absent from my harbour. I'll stand by, and i'll have to let you go. This is your first day on planet earth.
4.
You came to shed light. You're just casting shade. I know you've come with good intentions But when I sink this low I'm immovable. Grief doesn't come with clear instructions. Don't water it down for I must let the blood run The colour it bleeds. Don't water it down for I must find relief in The damage it leaves. How can I leave this place? Ever face letting go of the memories? but I can't remain. What you think you see. A little injury. No simple fix can heal this. Don't water it down for I must let the blood run The colour it bleeds. Don't water it down love, I must find some peace in The stain that it leaves. How can I leave this place? Ever face letting go of the memories? but I can't remain.
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6.
Neat & Tidy 04:01
You and I we're cut from the same tree. They polished you and painted over me. You've got it all in alphabetically. Neat and tidy. You're a friend to everyone you know. You are wholly unsurpassable, And forbidden from the nasty falls that I have fallen on. Picking up pieces that I have fallen on. All these endeavours that I have fallen on. Countless cold shoulders that I have fallen on. Can one be loved if not neat and tidy? As I seek to find the room to grow, Beside your blossoming perpetual. I have been planted under your shadow, Neat and tidy. I remain an ever reaching vine. An inflorescence of a different kind, Collecting all the pieces left behind that I have fallen on. Picking up pieces that I have fallen on. All these endeavours that I have fallen on. Countless cold shoulders that I have fallen on. Can one be loved if not neat and tidy?
7.
She speaks like a saint. Whistles like a bird. The blood in her heart wont freeze over. Her dwelling is quaint, From an old fashioned world, Adorning fandangles, frill and fringing. Whatever is right with you, Can it be real? She lives by the sea. She floats on the waves. The octogenarian mermaid. Her perfectly aged habitual smile, defiantly rouge and wrinkling. Whatever is right with you, Can it be real? She said that she might die tomorrow. I hope she doesn't die. I hope hope she doesn't lose touch. I'm clinging to her hand so slippery, Because if she slips, then I'll be lost. She said that she might die tomorrow. I hope she doesn't die. I hope hope she doesn't lose touch. I'm clinging to her hand so slippery, Because if she slips, then I'll be lost. Lost at sea. I'll be lost.
8.
Earth falling silent In comes the tide, Neath my weary weeping willow tree. Tiny fingers tangled in the leaves. But it's hard for me to fall asleep when the ghosts are calling from the deep. When they lead me to this stagnant room There's a tapestry of my time, Unfolded to the hour and running out of wall. On creeps the night. Down I go, Neath my weary, weeping willow tree Tiny fingers reaching up to me. But it's hard for me to fall asleep when the ghosts are calling from the deep. When they lead me to this stagnant room There's a tapestry of my time, Unfolded to the hour.
9.
Ancestor 04:29
Did your soul feel the static as your hand touched my name? Oh how far you have travelled to make sense of this place. I remain photographic. I still run through your blood. Somewhat earthly redundant, I'm preserved in the clay. Gather all you can salvage from the dust of all eld. Keep my worldly belongings in the trust of your hands. I still nurture this garden, come the spring I awake. I am daffodil yellow, crocus shroud, allium. I still run through your bloodline. I still run through your bloodline. I still run through your bloodline. Did your soul feel the static as your hand touched my name?
10.
Globe Lights 03:57
As the blanket settles into the foggy night, Almost black and white. The globe lights a'glowing around the port. The briny mirror blurring. I know I'm only dreaming. Only sleep for dreaming's sake. travelling back in time, For I am trying not to wake. Pinning up the moon but it's fading. Cinematic daydream, I wish that I could stay in your residue.

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released November 20, 2019

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the darkling air Northern Ireland, UK

When songwriter and vocalist Rachel McCarthy (Farriers) met composer and producer Michael Keeney (Foy Vance, Duke Special) while mixing a record in Donegal some years ago, a future collaboration was inevitable.

Expect ambient soundscapes and haunting vocals underpinned by guitar, piano and strings - The Darkling Air album launch promises exciting and beautiful new music.
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