Graphic As A Star (Rsd2021 Drop 1)
Josephine Foster - LP Vinyl
27 Track Lp. Rsd2021 Release. Poems By Emily Dickinson Set To Music Performed By Josephine Foster. First Time On Vinyl In Over A Decade. . Limited To 1000 Copies. (FIRELP136)
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£9.99
| Music Styles | Folk |
|---|---|
| Artist | Josephine Foster (View everything by Josephine Foster) |
| Condition | Used |
| Grade | EX/EX |
| Country Item Pressed In | Europe |
| Format | LP Vinyl |
| Year | 2021 |
| Label | Fire (View everything from Fire) |
| Catalogue Number | FIRELP136 |
trust in the unexpected
how happy is the little stone
she sweeps with many-colored brooms
ah, teneriffe!
who is the east?
they called me to the window
this - is the land - the sunset washes
like mighty foot lights - burned the red
exultation is the going
in falling timbers buried
with thee in the desert
i see thee better - in the dark
your thoughts don't have words every day
my life had stood - a loaded gun.
eden is that old-fashioned house
beauty crowds me till i die
i could bring you jewels - had i a mind to
wild nights - wild nights!
only a shrine, but mine
tho' my destiny be fustian
what shall i do - it whimpers so
heart! we will forget him!
strong draughts of their refreshing minds
tell as a marksman - were forgotten
the spider holds a silver ball
whoever disenchants
touch lightly nature's sweet guitar
how happy is the little stone
she sweeps with many-colored brooms
ah, teneriffe!
who is the east?
they called me to the window
this - is the land - the sunset washes
like mighty foot lights - burned the red
exultation is the going
in falling timbers buried
with thee in the desert
i see thee better - in the dark
your thoughts don't have words every day
my life had stood - a loaded gun.
eden is that old-fashioned house
beauty crowds me till i die
i could bring you jewels - had i a mind to
wild nights - wild nights!
only a shrine, but mine
tho' my destiny be fustian
what shall i do - it whimpers so
heart! we will forget him!
strong draughts of their refreshing minds
tell as a marksman - were forgotten
the spider holds a silver ball
whoever disenchants
touch lightly nature's sweet guitar