adapted from Arthur Rimbaud's 'Ophelia'
On the cold black water
Where the stars are standing
Floats the greatest loathing:
in the far off woods, the mort is sounding.
'Oer a thousand years no whiter phantom
murmuring his ballad
to the women of the newer rushes
Beautiful as snow upon the river!
From the highest mountains
speaking of greater freedom.
Twisted your hair.
'Twas the voice of mad sea's resounding roar!
'Twas a handsome madman!
'Twas a pale-eyed April morning
mute at your knees.
You melted to him.
released June 15, 2013
Music, lyrics (adapted), percussion, vocals, synths - Julia Hatamyar
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