Lyrics: Whisper I am in the air and whisper and I want I am in the ground you walk on and I want And I I am in that and I I am in that Hear the call hear I am I am in the air and Whisper In the, in the, in the Air In the, in the, in the Woods Hear that call from the Mountain Hear the Soul from the Mountain Hear the call, hear I am
La descubrí haciendo un solo de voz con Faun bellísimo y hoy no me canso de escucharla ,es un sentimiento con mucho de misterio la voz increíble y masss
Quiet my fog Your in the bog Borgs inside Hush don’t fright We’re locked inside Babas nesting Yaga brews Stew for few Mushrooms walk Wilderness talks We all knew that 0:47 It’s a fact Protract Trace the fates Faces of waves Emotions tokens Gently scream Ibeyi reels Sirens feel 1:16 Oh my Northern North Sea Hiding high Vain they are not Blue they view Trying and warying Soldier no more adored Not conform So said a dame playing priestess day by day!
What is processed? I suppose thought. What is felt? I suppose emotion. What is seen? Spiritual seams in which strings breathe but yet not a soul is able to sense? The human processes its instincts, When translated from intuition to the word thought, It denotes the brain and organ systems in which was not trained but developed in a way which experience is obtained. Thought is not a working of a clock, it comes not from the source in which one thinks, but in which one senses the intangible wave like rhythms our surroundings are speaking. Feeling is more of an essence than an emotion. For imagine the stars, immovable seem their arms, yet from the roots speaking towards you, from the blooms that blossom from the sun, from the energies not ever seen but “felt” are as if the stars could move through your very being. Awakening the parts of you it wishes to experience by expressing these moments in which we can not always but do guess why we laugh, cry, scream, try, quit, revive all that we hide. So much like essence, we are embracing these stars expressions as they evolve internally for one day someone to see their creation externally. Our sight has in turn showed us to fear and guilt with gratitude and tears. It is not the building we see, it is not the weapon in front of us, the hierarchy of classism in which segregation is an oppressive prism where the visions are suppressed because to work is best. Expression is the sight in which carries the light through our dark abyss in which is always missed. What one sees, another may not know, but to hold the voices, vibrations, energies, faces, twisting words, colors that burn, to deny them, you are telling your eyes you do not wish to confide in, the being known as your home.
😤 🤷 🪞 How? Your 💀? Perhaps 🤔 I think 💭 it’s time I 💔💭🌊🌬️🤯🤯🤯🛏️🚬🧠🌪️💔😢 Revisiting has assisted in your visionary reasoning. It may not make “sense” but your “spirits” are The only thing keeping “me” “alive” Existence as I said Not sure I Do you? How 🤪🦵👌 I used to think Purpose as passion? Essentially, We’re mushrooms 🤣🤣🤣 Exactly!
Lyrics:
Whisper
I am in the air and whisper
and I want
I am in the ground you walk on
and I want
And I
I am in that
and I
I am in that
Hear the call
hear
I am
I am in the air
and
Whisper
In the, in the, in the
Air
In the, in the, in the
Woods
Hear that call from the Mountain
Hear the Soul from the Mountain
Hear the call, hear
I am
Love thisone!🤩
It's the first time I listen to Lindy Fay Hella outside of Wardruna, I love it. ❤ I really need to dig into her discography.
You definitely won’t regret it 🤘🏼
So amazing 👌🏻 cannot wait for the album
I came across wardruna a while a go . Lindy is pretty awsome . Great song here . Nice Lindy . Well done ❤❤❤ Sydney Australia 🦘🦘🦘 27/1/2024
Norse legends and witch chants. Gorgeous work. Brilliant!
Really looking forward to the album.
Lady Fay Hella. The one and only, true witch. :) Nice Song! Nice feeling`s! Nice Sound! TYSM
That was different. More like bjork. Nice🎉
Nice work .....both audio and video . Lindy -Fay delivers.....
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Utterly blown away! 🔥🔥🔥
So beautiful and chilling!! 👏
So good, hearing bits of Dead Can Dance and Siouxsie but also very original.
I agree! 💜
Så fint. 🥰🥰🥰 Could not stop listen and dancing to it. The whole album is so beautiful. ❤️
It's like old music merged with modern music. Frankly, I didn't know what to say. Still I'm in love with this woman
Love this! Please release the lyrics too!
Done and done!
So dreamy..❤
amazing video and song ..... feels very Game Of Thronesey too
Wonderful ms. Hella such a beauy
Ein bißchen wie 80er Jahre Pop. Gefällt mir sehr gut.
This is fantastic.
yes!
La descubrí haciendo un solo de voz con Faun bellísimo y hoy no me canso de escucharla ,es un sentimiento con mucho de misterio la voz increíble y masss
💜💜💜
❤️❤️❤️
Quiet my fog
Your in the bog
Borgs inside
Hush don’t fright
We’re locked inside
Babas nesting
Yaga brews
Stew for few
Mushrooms walk
Wilderness talks
We all knew that 0:47
It’s a fact
Protract
Trace the fates
Faces of waves
Emotions tokens
Gently scream
Ibeyi reels
Sirens feel 1:16
Oh my
Northern North Sea
Hiding high
Vain they are not
Blue they view
Trying and warying
Soldier no more adored
Not conform
So said a dame playing priestess day by day!
Una genia
What is processed?
I suppose thought.
What is felt?
I suppose emotion.
What is seen?
Spiritual seams in which strings breathe but yet not a soul is able to sense?
The human processes its instincts,
When translated from intuition to the word thought,
It denotes the brain and organ systems in which was not trained but developed in a way which experience is obtained.
Thought is not a working of a clock, it comes not from the source in which one thinks, but in which one senses the intangible wave like rhythms our surroundings are speaking.
Feeling is more of an essence than an emotion. For imagine the stars, immovable seem their arms, yet from the roots speaking towards you, from the blooms that blossom from the sun, from the energies not ever seen but “felt” are as if the stars could move through your very being. Awakening the parts of you it wishes to experience by expressing these moments in which we can not always but do guess why we laugh, cry, scream, try, quit, revive all that we hide. So much like essence, we are embracing these stars expressions as they evolve internally for one day someone to see their creation externally.
Our sight has in turn showed us to fear and guilt with gratitude and tears. It is not the building we see, it is not the weapon in front of us, the hierarchy of classism in which segregation is an oppressive prism where the visions are suppressed because to work is best. Expression is the sight in which carries the light through our dark abyss in which is always missed. What one sees, another may not know, but to hold the voices, vibrations, energies, faces, twisting words, colors that burn, to deny them, you are telling your eyes you do not wish to confide in, the being known as your home.
Is it still Type of folk music?
😤
🤷
🪞
How?
Your
💀?
Perhaps
🤔 I think 💭 it’s time
I
💔💭🌊🌬️🤯🤯🤯🛏️🚬🧠🌪️💔😢
Revisiting has assisted in your visionary reasoning. It may not make “sense” but your “spirits” are
The only thing keeping “me” “alive”
Existence as I said
Not sure
I
Do you?
How
🤪🦵👌
I used to think
Purpose as passion?
Essentially,
We’re mushrooms 🤣🤣🤣
Exactly!
❤❤❤