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Damn. This already starts at 110% and just keeps getting better!

THIS IS SO GOOD WHATT

Couldn't figure out why this sounded different to the version I bought off Itunes ages ago and it seems they remastered it since? Shifted volume around on some tracks and added things like the echo in the refrain of passerine. Wasn't sure how to find full details so I just bought all four winds again to be sure I had all the versions.

I love how half of Oh Hellos fans are Christian and the other half are queer

Underrated AF

O Sleeper: 0:00 Dry Branches: 4:15 Grow: 5:13 Eurus: 8:46 A Convocation of Fauns: 11:48 Hieroglyphs: 12:48 Passerine: 15:49

Rio Grande : 0:00 Holding on Where I Am Able: 3:01 Theseus: 3:47 Zephyrus: 7:03 Reading the Augury: 10:48 Soap: 11:39 Rounds: 15:13

Omg Love ❤️ so talented

Playing in loop.. so refreshing to my sylvester soul

I'm sorry to everyone who was expecting a long album from this band. This piece only includes two songs that I feel more comfortable saying this is an EP rather than an album. A 17 minutes Longs song compose of various tunes and melodies. And passerine.

Rio Grande is just boskie!

Goodnight Texas is a fantastic band

Music to play to your seedlings

KRIS THATS [[references]] ARE NOT SO MUCH [[rea]]

Wow I am never buying my music off Amazon Music again. It sounds like a barely mixed trash compared to this.

The album order is made with intention, this isnt something you put on shuffle

This is opium ong

I've listened to this at least 100 times and it still gives me chills.

Listening to this on loop and reading Greenwood by Michael Christie is one of the most rejuvenating experiences I’ve had with a book.

Wet moss gave way under your feet, and deep-set roots curled under your toes. Trees surrounded you at every turn, yet the thin autumn leaves allowed beams of light to filter and light your dim path. As you venture deeper into the woods, your destination unknown and your continuous journey a fleeting memory, a thought enters your head: you aren't alone. Flickers of a hunched, shapeless shadow amongst the trees became far too often to be chalked up to the mind playing tricks on you, even in the fading light. Something didn't seem... right, about it. Something about it _felt_ human, but the ease and speed it traversed the thick tree roots and tangles of foliage just didn't seem possible in any normal human. And, as you ventured further still, the shadow grew closer, coming more so into focus. The vague figure now defined by a long cover of tattered potato sack, and a distinct (if barely distinguishable) profile, which seemed to dart past more and more often. You ventured further still. Every bit of primal sense screaming for you to turn back, but human curiosity told you; "you've made it this far, why stop now?" The figure grew closer. You could make her out now. A woman, at least in her 70s, draped in cloth that had probably been around longer than you. Her face pinched from a lifetime you only hoped to imagine, her expression focused dead ahead of her. To her, it seemed, you were nothing more than a fleeting shadow in her peripherals. You ventured further. It was different this time. She hadn't passed by you for quite a while. And somehow, that... that didn't sit right. The primal sense was taking over, but your body persisted without fail. You kept moving forward, even though you didn't want to. You came to a halt, digging your toes into the mud to stop yourself. You'd half buried your shoes in the ground before you could stop from automatically moving your legs. With the hopeless curiosity now gone, you turned on your heels, ready to just walk until you reached the edge. Two bulbous, narrowed eyes stared back at you. Her wrinkled lips shifted above what you could only assume were the aged remnants of teeth. Your stare lingered in hers, and neither moved a muscle. The wind rustled her greyed hair, and bitterly stung your cheek. You dared not look away from her, and it seemed she felt the same. She said nothing. Only held out a piece of paper between a boney forefinger and thumb. She nodded to it, holding it out a little further. _She... wants me to take it?_ Noting your hesitation, or so it seemed, she forced the paper to your chest. Without thinking, you took it, and glanced down. _...?_ It was... the _best_ day of your life. Clearly recorded, in exact detail, in a palm-sized black and white photograph. The memories followed soon thereafter; the good ones, the bad ones, and the ones you'd nearly forgotten. Your whole lifetime descended upon your mind in an instant, remembering all the connections you made, all the events, all the things you wish you'd forget and the things you wish you'd _never_ forget. Icy cold, running down your cheek, startled you from your daydream. You lift your free hand, gently swiping towards your ear. _Am I... crying?_ A quick observation of your hand confirmed it- under the dim lights, your palm glistened with tears. She smiled a little wider, giving a nod. You went to hand back the photo, but as your hand outstretched, she simply pushed it back. She nodded again, with an insistent tone. If she spoke, she probably would have said "no, you keep it." You looked down again, admiring the photograph you handled with such care between your fingers. "Thank-" She was gone. But, you still had her lingering memory, and that was enough. (Sorry, listened to the first song, Rio Grande, and immediately thought "wowzers imagine if there was some wacky old magic woman in the woods and she kept photos of every single person's best memory, and should she ever encounter them, she gives them said photo. And then they're happy for a while and everything's nice and good" and I know it's dumb but my feverish fingers just _had_ to type it lol. Anyways, hope you liked it lol)

thank you for doing this :D

❤

<3

- *O sleeper* While the weary nations weep Awakening me from a dream I see the moonlight steal across my sheets My love is lying fast asleep Chasing its beams She stirs, and then she turns her back to me The clouds overhead open up For the wicked and just all the same And lay low the hills, so to fill Every valley below to the brim But like the sun that turns the sky Illuminating all, in time The tables in the temple will be turned on their side And just as it scorches up the dunes Beneath the height of noon The pillars of the empire will be burned, in kind And by the holy rock I stand As blessed as the sacred ram I see the trail of shoulders I've climbed over, but By god, I'll bloody up my hands With everything I am To cut away the mountains I've made And fill the dales below - *Grow* Between the seams that line your living room A vine of ivy's pushing her way through And as she creeps along, she sinks her roots Into the cracks, and pulls 'em back until the structure's coming loose And the way the shadows on the wall are cast Look like a twisted apparition from the past And all the memories come flooding fast A wilderness you kinda miss But were taught you ought to cut it back So you shut it out You shout it down Until you're all white-knuckled You got a lot to learn, if you'd settle down Let be what is, let be what isn't It's a natural world in which we're living And if you let it alone, it will surely grow Just leave it alone, child, and let it go And when all your ziggurats have crumbled down And every stone is thrown like seeds across the ground A new Arcadia will come around And multiply until the binds of death have been unwound So don't you shut it out Don't you shout it down And get your feathers ruffled You got a lot to learn, if you'd just settle down And let the river run its course 'Cause see, the ground all around It was always holy Leave the ruins where they fall Leave them all And let the wild take over Let be what is, let be what isn't It's a natural world in which we're living And if you let it alone, it will surely grow Just leave it alone, child, and let it go Let be what is, let be what isn't It's a natural world in which we're living And if you let it alone, it will surely grow Just leave it alone, child, and let it go - *Eurus* Spinning that stone uphill again Like atonement for a bygone sin Under the weight of it, my bones Cracking like a dry branch in a westward wind But Zeus and his pantheon of kin Take the first nine out of every ten Minas, like lightning changing hands It all returns back to his pockets, in the end You can't take any gold or rings further than the grave Nothing we make can we bring But still the bait hanging from the string is calling my name And like the wind it slips again Out of my fingers As Fortuna sits idly by I spin her wheel with all my might Crushing my kin for warring-wage Minted from the ivory of your tooth and eye Under the table where she dines I sit hungry with my mouth foamed white Fighting for crumbs that trickle down As she finishes her cake, then takes a bite from mine You can't take any gold or rings further than the grave Nothing we make can we bring But still the bait hanging from the string is calling my name And like the wind it slips again Out of my fingers - *Hieroglyphs* Stamping your heels along with the drum Praying the serpent's underneath one of them Like there's some villain left to defeat Instead of a dance with a rhythm and beat 'Cause you've been too busy thinking ahead Of where we're all going after we're dead To maybe consider our bodies are worth More than the dust that we can return To the ground again We turn that old wheel round again Well, even the great celestial hieroglyphs Are bodies of dust illuminated, and if The heavens can be both sacred and dust Oh, maybe so can the rest of us 'Cause I've seen the line of ocean and shore The tumbling tide of water and soil And I've seen the day's fading begin The gradient wake of the sun that spins Around again It'll burn that old wheel down in the end - *Passerine* Like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it Like a fox to a burrow, like an eagle to an aerie And my god, it's getting hard to even hum a single thing You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again See, my birds of a kind, they more and more are looking like Centurions than any little messiah And as I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again And again and again When he comes a knocking at my door What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in form the north What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord When he comes a knocking at my door What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in form the north What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When he comes a knocking at my door What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord When the cold wind rolls in form the north What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord

Thanks TH-cam for recommend me this work of art.

This playlist is SO amazing!😊

The Oh Hellos make the kind of music that feels like every good thing in the world and some of the bad things too but in a good way

i got to about 8 minutes before i realized that its a different song. honestly my favorite part about the albums

I love your art and I hope you have a nice day or night and I wish you the best of luck for your journey ahead of you or anyone else who has read this and everyone one who has have the best day you can!!!

I'm glad the divine algorithm decided to lead me to your channel and this band today I get such good vibes from their music

I just found out about them and instantly fell in love with their music! Each one just paints such a vivid picture and it's beautiful.

still can't get over how overwhelming and good Zephyrus (the song) is

"Oil and water don't mix" trying to listen to my indie folk over here and then getting hit by arcane flashbacks

I have made a connection albums in the oh hellos channel are also code names for the syndicate in the dream smp now this one Zephyrus is philza's code name in the syndicate

This is awesome man!!

First song I ever listen from them is Hello My Old Heart. Good to see they're still around

ur the only person ever to make use of the instrumentals/transitions the best thank you SO much for providing these <3 do you ever plan on doing notos and boreas too?

Cool😳 the song and the drawing, so cool😭

please do this with the other albums

A person of remarkable taste I see

<3

The cuts are so clean omg I love how once Dry Branches starts it turns into a singular mega-song.

Now you must do Notus and Boreas. It is legally required.

Thank you for this!!

I LOVE THIS, greetings from Poland

I love this band so much

Pog

RETURN OF THE KING!!!

excellent work, as ever.

Aw HELL YEAH I've been waiting forever for this!