Last night we talked about the moon
this pale, bright, beautiful,
sitting in the backyard,
a whisper crossed my ears and I could hear
fairytales are gone,
fairytales are truly gone,
when you're old like me.
Last night we talked under the sky
this velvet curtain
siting in the backyard,
the leaves were humming and grass was too
I heard your voice,
don't believe in hidden treasure
the are no hidden treasures,
when you're old like me.
Last night we talked about the moon
this pale, bright, beautiful,
sitting in the backyard,
a whisper crossed my ears and I could hear
fairytales are gone,
fairytales are truly gone,
when you're old like me.
Last night we talked under the sky
this velvet curtain,
sitting in the backyard,
the stars were smiling through the night,
the birds were singing
fairytales are gone,
fairytales are truly gone,
when you kill them in your heart.
Alex Henry Foster again collaborates with Canadian-Japanese artist Momoka, who also translates the lyrics from English to Japanese. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024