Healing & wise music, this world needs more of. Thankfully Bill Fay's first new album in forty(!) years is full of it. To give you an idea, its the sort of album Mike Scott of the Waterboys might be making when he reaches his mid 60's. Available now on the Dead Oceans label.
Order it here.
There are miracles, In the strangest of places
There are miracles, Everywhere you go
I see fathers, Hold a little child's hand
I see mothers, Holding a little child's hand
I see trees, trees, Blowing in the wind I see seeds, Being sown by the wind
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
I see grandmas, Blowing kisses into a pram
I see grandpas, Scratching their head in amazement
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
Like my old dad said, Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face, There's infinite variation
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
Like my old dad said, Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face, There's infinite variation
Life is people, life is people, life is people Life is people, life is people, life is people Life is people
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