Lights in lines form the ground
your face moving closer to the men around
smoking us out and tossing us to the wind
making darker the dark within
burn the world to make your fire
but it won't make you warm enough
I like my fun now please recognize
but I know you've been hurting and wishing you were blind
to all the shit and violence on the streets
you mother hen to children scuffed and bleeding
you burn the world to make your fire
but it still ain't getting warm enough
Irish singer-songwriter Oisin Leech's acoustic folk music is characterized by its muted beauty and intimate, solitary quality. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2024
A gorgeous journey through a kaleidoscopic array of sonic approaches melted together that feels old and new at the same time. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2024