Eliza Delf: An uplifting call to those who we have lost but do not forget. Haunting vocals explore the power of holding onto those you love through memory, and the rich choral sound creates a sense of euphoria; defiance in the face of grief. The dream-like reverie at the end of the song is immersive and evocative, with harmonies that drift and reverberate across time.
Jon Loomes: A hat tip to the production work of Nile Rogers. This is a song about memory, the thoughts that haunt us. An echoing piano creates a cascade of notes, setting a bedrock for a scene of half imagined reverie. Strings and voices fill the spaces between thoughts, and, crossing oceans of time, the strains of a duduk call to us from the cradle of civilisation. Burnt out ends of smoky days and the stale, cold smell of mourning.

Lyrics

SINGING WITH MY GHOSTS
The walls have long crumbled, you’re all in the earth now.
I picture it, see your face as it is,
As much as my mind allows.
But as the chords in my head progress, I call to you.
You rise up, rise up, draw your lips back,
And the chorus starts to come through.

Singing with my ghosts,
The joyous sound of my memories.
Singing with my ghosts,
Across the centuries.

Crows are said to bring death,
They fly away when it’s come.
Who sings in The After?
It’s left to us, it’s left to us.
But when my voice trails off,
What happens when we forget?
My darlings departed,
Strings break on the marionette.

Singing with my ghosts,
The joyous sound of my memories.
Singing with my ghosts,
Across the centuries.
[Coda]

© Eliza Delf 2022