Where my England from | Songs and quotes

Then we turned to remember our birth
Our eden
Then we turned to remember our worth
Our freedom

We found the westward way
To the hills of indigo blue
We watch the northern sapphire sky
We found the westward way
To the hills of indigo blue
The stars were burning through the night

Hills of Indigo Blue
- Future of Forestry

It's like sticks and stones and rubber and glue
Letters strung together that get stuck on you.

Familiar is the spice and it salts your wounds

Every day you wash your body down
Can’t scrub away the scars beneath your skin

No more time on your side, nothing to tie you here

Sticks And Stones
- Bronze Radio Return


My dear don't unfold me
And call it all pretend
Be here and be holy
I don't know where we went
My dear don't unfold me
I'm coloured in again
In you

 

Oh, what a waste, I'll be locked in your heaven, always
Oh, what a way to be living with all of your pain
Oh, what a way to be locking your heaven away
Oh, what a wave you have made

Colourway
- Novo Amor

You are a promise
You are a song
Smooth like a waterfall
A sea in the calm

You are the summer
You are the sun
You are the desert plain
Where the wild horses run
I want you to know
You’re the first thought
I want you to know the grace you’ve made of
I want you to feel

You
- Future of Forestry


“Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.”
- Preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde, 1890

Kenneth Lee