Grey EP

by oakwool

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This EP is fondly dedicated to Monticello High School Drama.

It is written with the idea of the forest as both a place and a cast of characters.

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released April 6, 2014

All Songs Written, Performed, and Recorded by Aidan Stoddart

Thanks to God
Thanks to the Amazing people that fill my life with warm fuzzy kitten feelings
Thanks to Andrew LaPrade for Audio Equipment Help
Thanks to Lori Ann Stoddart for the Use of a Macbook Pro

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Aidan Stoddart plays music in his basement

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Track Name: Prologue
(Instrumental)
Track Name: Through the Wardrobe
(Instrumental)
Track Name: The Herder
The realm was quiet, the trees asleep,
When first a watch did the herder keep,
And pondered in the misty air,
He quietly thought as he wandered there.

Ere cried the moon or sang the sun,
To his realm a song he sung,
Ere blade did bite, or arrow hissed,
He traversed upon the earth, amid the mist.

His realm awoke at foot of mountains tall,
Fair were the winds that breathed upon them all,
The world was young, when the woods awoke.
When slowly words of waking he spoke.

Ere long the wish of one grew strong,
He came with axe to arbor before long,
With grief the herder opened up a door,
And he and his brothers marched to war.

“I fear we will never come back home,
In this warlike world I fear we are alone,
But for these hopeful two, these little ones,
They gave me hope when I thought that I had none.”

The realm at war, the trees awake,
For all their homes the stones to break,
So lullabies once more the herder sang,
For at last peace had come to him again.
Track Name: Grey
Grey through the forest
that silently sings
of all it has witnessed
swords broken, and quests of a king

Stretched out before me
a path winding
with a staff in hand I will start
following.
Track Name: Lamppost Lullaby
Muffled snow-steps, I wander in a drowsy wildwood.
Luminous frost-ferns, embracing the branches above.

Grey tree trunks stand guardian o'er a land fast asleep,
and a lamppost, a little warmth in a world so cold.