This might be one of the most beautiful songs I’ve heard. Simple yet elegant. Soft yet emotionally powerful. I could listen to Sibylle sing this song for hours on end into the night. I feel like it would be the perfect soundtrack to sitting in an old house watching the city scape change as snow falls with just the glow of street lamps.
Recorded in the early 70s on a reel-to-reel tape recorder at her home. Big hat tip to Jeff Walls of the band Campfire and his guest post on altered zones.
“I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.”—Haruki Murakami (via scorpiae)