Butterfly Girl EP

by Featherfin

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released February 24, 2015

Music, hums and cover art by Featherfin

Vocals and guitars on track 1 by Richard Holmsen
Vocals on track 3 by Alison Eales
Backing vocals/choir on track 1 by The Butterfly Girls and Boys Choir
Lyrics on track 1 and 3 from poems by Emily Dickinson.
Mastered by Cris Romero

Composed, mixed and recorded on an iPad.

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Featherfin Norway

Featherfin is an art and music project from Norway. The music is based on electronics, but has an organic pop-flavoured feel. Melody and harmonies are close to Featherfin's heart. He is inspired by everything from indiepop and noisy pop via folk and 60s pop to synth pop, electronica and modern experimental music. Sometimes his music is sweet, simple and cute, other times dark and complex. ... more

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Track Name: You Left Me (featuring Richard Holmsen and The Butterfly Girls and Boys Choir)
You left me, sweet, two legacies,
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

(Emily Dickinson)
Track Name: If You Were Coming in the Fall (featuring Alison Eales)
If you were coming in the fall,
I ’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I ’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I ’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.

(Emily Dickinson)