Laura Quirke
(guitar, vocals) and Claire Kinsella (cello, vocals) started performing
together while studying music and languages in Maynooth University, Ireland.
Harmonious vocal melodies simply accompanied by cello and guitar, lend a
sincere and honest rootsy sound, described by Remy’s Music Blog as "soothing
for the soul".
Morning,
morning, cobweb mouth is yawning
Come out from
under your heavy dreams dear
Nose to nose
you, nice to know you
Don't let the
covers seam you to your lazy haziness
Your sleepy,
hazy, dayziness.
Morning,
morning, over a dirty wall, light dawning
A loving look
from a strange familiar face
When you throw
your eyes out like you do
Nets are strewn
out in the blue
And I know
you're out to capture me too.
Morning, morning,
the luggage of sense is stalling
Stability
carried like a weight upon the heart
I suggest we
leave it behind us
But 'tis only
the high that's inside me today
I'll collect it
tomorrow night, alone in the dark.
But we only have
a couple of hours
Left to kill the
time or let it live on
It don't commit
no crime
Oh we only have
a couple of hours left in internal
rhyme
But the end is
around the bend dear. Goodbye is nigh.
Morning,
morning, rusty voices soaring
Like tattered
kites we saunter on the wind
We saunter on
the wind, saunter on the wind.
Cada manhã é uma oportunidade nova para sagrar a vida: a luz e o ar frescos, a terra castanha por pisar, a mente leve e mais disponível. Repare-se no verso "we saunter on the wind" (passear com o vento).
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