Brittsommar

About the artist

The colors faded, and the light fell, on the date of the last warmth on the thirty first. The trees wilted, and the birds flew from them- carrying the sun upon their wings. The clouds gathered closer, and grew grey from the reminiscence of the summer's spoils. The nights were more quiet then. Shadows grew longer. And the faces of wise men fell a little lower, just as did the horizon behind the country hills. But before the last bird flew, and the last color faded; before remains became the wind

Top songs

1. Can't Breathe On My Own
2. Sing Low
3. Tell Me
4. North Country Blood
5. The Painter
6. Middle Man
7. Ain't You Wealthy, Ain't You Wise
8. Half-Inch Map
9. Sweet Sleep
10. Godspeed

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