The Preacher
You’re like brother oh to me
A drunken lover
Climbed up on me
I did not ask for your rings
I did not ask for these things
With a candle and an axe
Light the bed frame
Leave the wax
You said, I will not take you with me
We watched the wind fall a tree
Thank you for sparing me
But oh unto the preacher you have no name
And oh under the serpent’s lair is where you lay
The moon it hangs high, in the night sky
Oh your robes were
Worn straight thin
Damaged oh within
You said, I’m a hollow house of a man
A dour requiem plays within
But nobody plucks a string
A handless symphony
That’s why I did not ask for these things
But oh unto the preacher oh you have no name
And oh under the serpent’s lair is where you lay
The moon it hangs high, in the night sky
To thine own self be true
In a dark corridor I found you
To cast a light in the dark
On two already broken hearts
But I walk separately
Thank you for sparing me
This is a totally mesmerizing album. It;s really special, and feels like a beautiful melancholic painting (if that makes any sense). Amongst singer-songwriters, very few have such a distinctive style of there own. richardschouten
I can't say enough about this singer/songwriter. This older LP is totally immersive from first track to last, with Emily's voice at a mesmerizing front and center. I didn't pick a fav track bc it's too hard. They're all great. Eric Van Lustbader
Proceeds from this excellent new darkambient/neofolk comp from LEFT/FOLK goes to benefit American Near East Refugee Aid. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024