Jack Name & Aoife Nessa Frances - Watching the Willows Burn (Official Audio)

Jack Name & Aoife Nessa Frances - "Watching the Willows Burn"

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“ A lot of our conversations drifted into topics like mysticism and ancient history.  We imagined a struggle between a peaceful group of moon worshipping people and maniacal totalitarian warlords. That sent us down a stream which eventually led to the different things willows can symbolize. It’s interesting how they can stand for purity and nourishment and also grief and death. So what does it mean to watch them burn in the dark? Perhaps a rebirth, whether healing or destroying, depends on who’s watching.” - Jack and Aoife

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Jack
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Aoife
Instagram - Instagram: aoifenessafrances
Facebook - Facebook: aoifenf
Twitter - Twitter: Aoife_N_Frances

Lyrics:
Lay where you lay
Alone in the blue
Singing secret songs again
Giving away the gold of the night
Casting shadows on the time

Way far away they're pulling you down
Sing your secret song again
Love has a way to carry the sound
Wrapped in riddles til the end

Sacred birth
New thorns in the ground
Paves the way for river’s gold
And a Hollow face
Beaten & now throw
A hand in mine that fell
Useless arrows in my heart
Burn my two skins
Layer upon layer
Sent down stream
Open eyes with hollow mouths
And then I Whisper in the Reeds
And I’m about to find out
touching winter’s hidden warmth
Useless arrows in my heart

The words were shimmering
The curse was written in the cloth
The light was flickering
Watching willows burning in the dark

Naming the days they've stricken you out
Sing a secret song again
Fear in the air had sown many doubts
But we never saw the signs

Why Selene, shine for me
Casting bitter paves a path
My rebirth leans onto death
Weave and wax now disappear
The taste of sweetness running out
See the new dawn as I rise
Casting bitter paves a path
A hundredth hour passing by
Seven planes beyond my sight
And not one of us can block the sun
The taste of sweetness running out

The see-ers shuddering
The rakehells rapping at the door
The masses muttering
Watching willows burning in the dark