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Hearts And Hands

by Winter Moon

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lloydd
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lloydd A very talented female vocalist surrounded by gifted musicians. The music has soul that is fueled with blues, heavy at times ,but never to heavy. On the CD there is a hidden track that show cases the vocalist , what a bonus. Favorite track: Wasted With You.
orhan yavuz
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orhan yavuz I think I’m in love ... such an awesome group.! You guys are amazing.!! Favorite track: One Hundred Ways.
muschiosauro
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muschiosauro A girl with an incredibly soulful voice. A stellar band with a thing for heaviness. Together they explore what could be called heavy soul, but they go further, stepping into blues rock and even doom, and adding diverse elements that go from catchy bits to metal riffs - sometimes within the same song - without ever losing focus. Fabulous EP. Favorite track: Ornithology.
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1.
This Love 02:55
I commit to mind, your lines my obsession close at hand I condense, re-count your face and how it looked as you pushed back In Out In Out These lungs are living for breathing And this heart for your love Bliss, I slide into - well I'm sure gonna try I keep a steady grip; a tune - The wanderlust has set itself back In Out In Out These lungs are living for breathing And this heart for your love A step towards a goal As a part of a whole, your limbs are mine to move - to savor once and then to have again This heart it bleeds for love This heart it loves to lust This heart it lusts for blood This heart it bleeds for love In Out In Out These lungs are living for breathing And this heart for your love
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King Bait 03:00
I go walking where I know I know you can't find me Down Stream I wander not without an aim but in a daydream Down Stream I go walking where I know you can't find me Down Stream If I catch i'll be a killer or a bait king Down Stream Oh I'm going down I'm coming out I can paint a picture of your craving Down Stream I can pull apart the reasons for your rating Down Stream But if I hunt on my own the Man will slay me Down Stream Yeah if I catch I'll be a killer or a bait king Down Stream Oh I'm going down I'm coming out How can you lead the way with words so false and shakey? Who are you to say your God's the one who made me? Oh I'm going down I'm coming out
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In a hundred ways I could say how I don't like you But on reflection of what that makes me, I stop the count. Every other day I'm second guessing of my guiding - to put it simply, in myself I sometimes have some doubt. (Waking life a whirlwind - salted cheeks, a flush of heat for pride and pain - I try to separate, articulate the difference between wealth and gain. And in due course, as my vision clears for a moment - I let go - and the wind continues howling in lover's ears how Mary didn't know.) Well the girl in your head sings sweet stories that I love you, and the girl that follows me around like a ghost says the same, but the girl that I know and the whispers that are blowing in the wind call out another man's name. Watch me try, though I need not care for how you think. Censoring your conversation according to your goal. And these daydreams leave me shuddering on the brink - soon her knees will band, you've won her end and she moans, she moans...
4.
Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you already are. The things I admire I have found in the fire - we're made of the same earth and sparks. Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you already are. My heart is trying, rebellious fighting, to follow behind bones bars. Mountains in motion I'll bury the ocean I can't stand to see all that blue (My heart breaks bone bars, baby I know what I do) Birds in the sky, I'll go south till I die and they'll bury my bones in the dirt. I want to waste all of my time with you. I don't think dreams will change things but that don't stop me spending the weeks in my mind. Try as you might - there'r a depth to your sight and I'd not hurt you with reason so blind. Mountains in motion I'll bury the ocean I can't stand to see all that blue (My heart breaks bone bars, baby I know what I do) Birds in the sky, I'll go south till I die and they'll bury my bones in the dirt. I want to waste all of my time with you.
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Ornithology 03:33
You catch him a running You'll find him a spluttering He's a Diesel-engine worn. You catch him a shooting You'll find him a looting He's a sharp-tongued falcon born. And when you come home He'll be hooting and a blowing on the weary old good-time horn. And if you want love, he'll be shouting above from a mantle - forgotten, forlorn. You're lying if you tell him you lie a lot You're lying if you tell him you lie a lot And you'll be waiting You'll be waiting here You'll be waiting here forever for the levee drop. Let it drop Bring it back
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I sit backwards on the train so I can watch you leave studded prison, mirrored walls, to focus my reprieve. These streets all taste the same - tar and salt and painted cheeks and Khazad-Dum still battles in my mind of bricks and freaks I think I'm ready to fight to leave. I might drink too much scotch, I might lie with too much ease, I might not be welcome in your home of purity. Dissect and divulge my confidence in you - bring to attention what is plainly in view. I think I'm ready to fight to leave. Do I threaten your ideal? Is my reason all to real? Something was wrong that summer - I read in rebus, dreamed of lovers. Clothing clung limp as fish on my silver-lame bodice. Sticky palms Imagination Awkward sighs and tight fit denim I think I'm ready to fight to leave. For all the hearts that wrought you For all the hands that fought your good sense - I'm made. I sit backwards on the train so I can watch you leave studded prison, mirrored walls, to focus my reprieve. These streets all taste the same - tar and salt and painted cheeks and Khazad-Dum still battles in my mind of bricks and freaks I think I'm ready to fight to leave. For all the hearts that wrought you For all the hands that fought your good sense - I'm made.

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released October 21, 2016

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Winter Moon Melbourne, Australia

A spoonful of blues, a dash of psych-rock and a whole lot of soul make Winter Moon's unique sound and performance an intoxicating experience. Fronted by the striking vocals of Milly Moon, Winter Moon's melodic journeys are both soulful and playful and the live shows are stunning in their dynamics and energy. ... more

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