I walk quickly through the desert at night,
Sand is everywhere but in my eyes,
Such a shame, there's almost nothing to see,
I relax and let the bright stars guide me,
To a location hidden in the sky,
As I move, they don't get any closer,
Or farther away,
Which is more than I can,
Often say, about the things that I track,
Hunt down, and steal
In the day I bury myself away,
The desert heat is way too much for a,
native of the true north far away,
Not long after I lost count of days,
I could see mountains through the haze,
As I move, they don't get any closer,
Or farther away,
Which is more than I can,
Often say, about the things that I track,
Hunt down, and steal [ohoh]
In the foothills of those, snow capped giants,
I met a traveling bard who walked with me
And sang the saddest songs
We smoked some funny things,
But he told stranger stories,
Some of love, some of war, some with shiny knights,
and dragons fire, maidens fair, kings of old and beasts that stalk the night
They gave me peace and hope those stories
And I think he knew, because before he left
He turned to me and said
Ever after, never came
for anyone in my stories
I gave you an ending
Was it good enough?
Did it make a part of you feel complete?
Well I hope so, because I have never told a tale,
sung a song, that's done that for me
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023