Buy the album here http://periurban.bandcamp.com/album/angels-in-the-cinnamon-tree ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=al-WapHHdFQ

Brain scientist Jill Bolte Taylor took a trip to la-la land, where she discovered what the world looks like, and what her body felt like, when the left hemisphere of her brain suffered a massive stroke. The massive works of humanity are products of the left brain, whilst the right brain processes the now and is connected to everything that is. Probably the first track of a new album. Several other works are in the pipeline. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsBmU0xI458

Get the album here http://periurban.bandcamp.com/album/crow Lyrics: [Wasn’t it this way? Maybe it’s the other way? Maybe it’s through here.] I went to sleep with your song in my head You were the same, but I was gone again For the last time [I don’t know what that was, but there was a sudden blast of cold air, and I’m getting out of here.] All you said was, “Wait for me, I will return.” And so I waited whilst the forest burned No-one could know the secret of our love [D’you hear that? Sounds like, uh… Is that wind? Do you hear that? It’s stopped. Well, I don’t know what that is. That doesn’t sound like wind, but… that’s crazy. Don’t know if that’s a bird, or… I don’t know what that is. It almost sounds like snakes, but… Well, I heard some weird stuff in mines, but that is definitely creepy. I don’t know what that is, so let’s get out of here and head back out to the portal.] [What…? What the fuck is that?] There’s a crow with one white feather He keeps it together He lives in the Weatherman’s garden He’s a crow, he lives in the sky Where crows never die Begging your majesty’s pardon But he’s just a bird Never uttered a word All dressed to the nines In black [You can see what it’s like over here. That’s her jacket. She wore that jacket while she was here. So, there that jacket is. She wore that hat. There’s the hat over there. She wore that hat. So, here hat and her jacket there.] I’m such a sentimental fool Oh, sentimental fool That’s me, Mr Sentimentality. That’s me. Once upon a morning I dreamed about your bones No-one ever wrote a song who didn’t suffer something Choose your pain, again again The same old pain, but here it comes, a whole new day Sometimes the sea is calling, the sun is falling The sky turns upside down Sorry to hear the old dog died Broke her leg, and how she cried While we were on the phone Climbed the stairs and broke her bone I went to sleep with your song in my head You were the same, but I was gone again I went to sleep with your song in my head You were the same, but I was gone again For the last time All you said was, “Wait for me, I will return.” And so I waited whilst the forest burned No-one could know the secret of our love There’s a crow with one white feather He keeps it together He lives in the Weatherman’s garden He’s a crow, he lives in the sky Where crows never die Begging your majesty’s pardon But he’s just a bird Never uttered a word All dressed to the nines In black ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvsF1N0ZcnQ

Buy the track here http://periurban.bandcamp.com/album/angels-in-the-cinnamon-tree You wanna know the truth about me Bring me the fruit of the cinnamon tree I believe it makes us free It leads from here to eternity So, I make this noise for all you girls and boys And what you fear is what the word destroys ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbVIRXTiOJ8