Never knew my heart could beat so cold.
Never knew my lungs could feel so old.
Eyes closed, sheltered soul.
Running on the rocks i cut my knees,
Laughing in the face of open seas -
Young, fearless and free.
You hit this heart like a drum.
Wind, air in my lungs.
But as the sun sets and darkness seeps,
The cashing of the waves they knock, knock beat;
Who's there, drumming me?
Wooden mind and a drifting heart,
this door's now driftwood's sum of parts -
Your current drowning art.
You hit this heart like a drum – beat.
Wind, air in my lungs - breathe.
Nightingale: sing.
Night gale: blow in my soul – sing -
You hit this heart like a drum – beat.
Wind, air in my lungs - breathe.
Stumbling upon Tiny Ruins felt like when I first stumbled upon Leonard Cohen in my late teens. The lyrics, the music, the voice come together in a unique melancholic and tender delivery. Loving it! that.bowl.of.petunias
Great sound, great guy, great music, I love the pelvic thrust rhythm that "Coast" makes me want to do. "Afraid of the city" reminds me of home. Richard Black
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024