The Roots Run Deep

 

Back out on the road when we were young
We thought buildings would be named after us
I burrowed under ground as deep as I could
I didn’t belong up top and the sun was too bright anyway
I took you with me, held on for as long as I could;
Until you broke free and fed yourself into he night

I’m alone in here now, I’m alone in here now and I’m mixed up
I’m alone in here now, I’m alone in here now and I’m mixed up

Her Name Is Calla - The Roots Run Deep

/ Little by littlet hings began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no longer so painfully conscious of everything I said... I felt the great soft wave approach and embrace me; the dark hour began to fill with pictures and stealthily the noise-less procession of dreams appeared again superimposed on the dreary, grey landscape of existence.
And suddenly it was no longer this place - it was a little corner of the world, a haven of refuge, a dugout around which the eternal battle of chaos wasraging and in which we two sat sheltering, mysteriously drifted to one another through the twilight of time. /

This is such a rare and great pleasure to find such an album. Incredibly soft, enveloping, carrying you on its waves into the mysterious world of oblivion, from which anyone doesn't want to come back.

This music is absolutely beautifual and genuine like world of nature and nature of feelings itself in all of its magnificent expressions. I love how experimental this music is, and what's more, this instrumental passages and subtle atmosphere embody a real understanding of art music.