White Moon, Black Moon - 53CD

by frostlake

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Electronic, folk, ethereal harmonized vocals, trance-inducing. And dark. Sounds of Silence.

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1.
Black Winter 04:31
Black Winter Flying fast, out through the grey down below fields fall away Earth stands still but I can’t stay Looking down, black trees stripped bare, shadowed fields leading somewhere Leave behind all that I know, over now, so I must go with the air Air Over hills, sheep lying low (over the hills, over the flow of the snow, over and) Blackened shapes under the snow (over the fields nearer the glow, sinking low, over and ) Over now, so I will go with the air (over the hills, life that I know fading slow) Air
2.
No Looking Back Where’s this car going, pointed somewhere? No way of knowing, don’t really care, just want to leave this madness behind, follow a road that has clearer signs Drive through the night, into the light leave it behind, empty the mind Rain on your face, clouds in your head once words are written they can’t be unread No looking back, forward instead once words are spoken they can’t be unsaid
3.
Snowlight 03:29
Snowlight Winter walking in the lowlight whirring moths of snow brush past, silhouetted in the car lights thickly curtained falling fast There’s an eerie silent blackness suffocated muffled sound Thudding footsteps crisp the darkness pulsing beat beneath the ground Snowlight Clinging softly, frosted plumage feathers branches clawing night Life suspended on a knife edge smothered forms in sculptured white Why is beauty terrifying? Trees collapse with weight of snow No-one hears the cries of dying hidden under snow on snow hidden under snow on snow
4.
Falling Through Shadows Wait in the dark turn out the light, let the moon light up the room where the shadows are falling in line with the thoughts left behind Shapes shift and fall, force you to cling to the wall deep in the shadows that climb through the holes that define all the space in your mind When morning comes all will be gone from this room falling through shadows that slide round the edge of the eyes Pray the light will return and the shadows will burn
5.
Dark Winds 04:08
Dark Winds Bars of light break the night, wreaths of breath cloud the air, muffled voices inside, clink of glass in the glare She’s outside in the dark wondering which way to go, feels the pull of the wind looking back to the glow Are these winds of change that scream through the trees, calling for her to set herself free? Night flying winds chase down the moon She’s drawn to the power, repelled by the force Lost in the thoughts of parallel course Winds of release are hard to ignore, steps back inside, closes the door Night flying winds chase down the moon
6.
Connection 04:11
Connection Why do thoughts slip away, disconnect from conversation- to hang on to the thread of whatever’s being said is hard We have no real connection, no lines of communication, so why can’t we stop talking whenever we get together, it’s strange Transfixed by your stare I’m pinned to the chair I’m lost in the glare, this basilisk stare Something draws us in or is it my imagination, captured close within a circle of concentration Connection or mis-direction, or trying to be heard above conversation…conversation…..
7.
NightWatch 03:33
NightWatch Thoughts fill the silence, light dims the eyes, drowsy yet weightless Watching the shadows flicker in flames, floating yet anchored Wood reflects light, light reflects stone Hissing through quiet flames dance alone Wood reflects light, light reflects stone Dreaming through hours night stands alone, alone Skin ripples and shivers, veins pulsing beneath Warmth floods the feelings Breathe out, breathe in Breathe out, breathe in……
8.
Quiet Storm 05:35
Quiet Storm Face is a shadow can’t see anymore, outline is blurred, dark shape on the floor Floodwaters rising, walls flicker light, mirrors are sinking reflections in white Not sure if I’m right, would prefer to be wrong This feeling inside has been growing too long Memories flooding hope in the eye, surrendering truth in the face of a lie Darkness is silent, quiet storm grows deep as this river, beware it’s overflow Beware it, I will overflow
9.
Endless Rain 04:33
Endless Rain Without warning the grey birds fly, trailing through wing brushed air, leave a passing sigh Mist is creeping through silent holes, creeping round corners feels more like winter cold In wet streets are the lamplights, waiting, Black seal shining, the potholes gaping Endless rain rushes falling leaves, falling in, falling into pools surrounding the patient trees So what happened to Summer weather, will we suffer this rain forever? Will it float us away Give me some sunlight then maybe you’d stay Where do birds go to hide from rain think I’ll join in their waiting game Grey geese circle the western sky flying south, flying off to chase the sun, it’s their last goodbye Rain’s dissolving the fading year fading in, fading into frosty air, see it disappear…
10.
Thin Red Line Heat pouring in under the skin, eyelids so thin the sun can creep in behind tired eyes, where floaters uncurl drift up and down, kaleidoscope swirl This is the hour, this is the time, all thought suspended on one, thin red line Dragonflies dance, glittering whirr skimming the water in cellophane blur Surface dissolving as curious newts float up and down in two-tone suits This is the hour, this is the time, all thoughts suspended on one, thin red line Swim through the light, reaching that shore where you don’t have to think anymore This is the hour, this is the time, all thoughts suspended on one, thin red line
11.
SpringCall 04:22
SpringCall So Winter is over, a soft rain is falling, a cold wind still blowing but gently is calling The ice melts, collapsing, imprisons things growing, a weak sun blinks slowly where water is flowing, and so I remember the promise you gave me, it drifted so slowly, was gone by December Oh, drifted with the snow The snowfall encasing my cold world, all frozen and dark days, embracing with chilled arms enfolding the stillness of morning now frost disappears from footprints all glistening with sunlight, not tears But Winter is over, a soft rain is falling, returning with songbirds and hope in the flowering The world spins, beginning to come round to living I’ll rise to the Spring call now Winter is over The world spins, beginning to come round to living I’ll rise to the Spring call, now Winter is over Now Winter is over
12.
White Moon, Black Moon Oooh, sweeter than sunrise, oooh swifter than light, is that look in your eyes, gives me delight Take me away now, far from this world, no need for tomorrow let this night unfurl Oooh ,white moon is shaping curves in your back Oooh, fingertips tracing white into black Take me away, falling through space, need no tomorrow, black moon embrace White moon, black moon White moon, black moon

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White Moon,Black Moon is the debut album for frostlake, female songstress and instrumentalist.

"Here is a collection of songs with an eerie strangeness and English ethereal quality, with haunting melodies, layered vocals and unusual sounds. The material is observational and reflective - a door opened into thoughts of nature, love, loss and re-birth, using direct and simple lyrics. The music is awash with atmospheric touches, takes unexpected directions and creates a distinctive soundscape, spanning genres of British psychedelia and electronica. Guitars are used as a framework with individual note picking anchored by lyrical bass patterns and lifted with soaring woodwinds and distant voicings.

This is a work of fragile beauty, assembled with a fine sense of balance and atmospherics and designed to lull you into its many depths. In that regard it has a sense of cold, stillness and mystic beauty, like forest pond in midwinter" - NEIL NIXON, author 500 Albums You Won't Believe Until You Hear Them

credits

released July 22, 2015

frostlake: voice, guitars, electronics, viola, accordion, keys, percussion
Terry Todd : bass
Andy Peake: piano, synth
Nigel Manning: flute
Martin Archer: clarinets, percussion
Mick Somerset: bass clarinet, bass flute, bass recorder, percussion
Charlie Collins: percussion
Steve Dinsdale: drums

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