Artist: David Sylvian
Album: Died In The Wool
Genre: Rock
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons
That opresses, like the heft
Of Cathedral Tunes
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are
None may teach it, anything,
'T is the seal, despair,
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
| 1 | Sunlight Seen Through Towering Trees |
| 2 | Home |
| 3 | A Bird of Prey Vanishes Into a Bright Blue Cloudless Sky |
| 4 | Camp Fire: Coyote Country |
| 5 | Silver Moon Over Sleeping Steeples |
| 6 | The Wooden Cross |
| 1 | HomeEdward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros |
| 2 | Sweet DispositionTemper Trap |
| 3 | IslandsThe xx |
| 4 | Rolling In The DeepAdele |
| 5 | CrystalisedThe xx |
| 6 | You Found MeThe Fray |
| 7 | Let It Be (various Artists)Bonnie Tyler |
| 8 | Heart Skipped A BeatThe xx |
| 9 | Someone Like YouAdele |
| 10 | Many Of HorrorBiffy Clyro |
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