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ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴡᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ
ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀɪɴɢ - ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ.
ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ.

to stand still in an ever changing cultural landscape and an increasingly chaotic world is a theme running through our latest collection of hymns.

we will be releasing a track on each new moon for the duration of the 2026 lunar calendar. to get back in tune with the rhythm of the earth and natural cycles of time.

everyday is a ritual, and every moment presents us with lore and wonder. for eyes that see. and ears that hear.

stand still like the hummingbird.

under a sky it waits for you
in everything you ever wanted
your everlasting bruise

it breathes you in
when you are low
don’t let it take
cos you don’t need it
your everlasting blues

i heard you whisper

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ @goodfuturemusic & @djdebgrant ꜰᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ - ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇꜱ - ɪᴛꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴘɪɴ ᴏɴ @bbc6music 🕊️

ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ - ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢʙɪʀᴅ - ᴏɴ ꜱᴀʟᴇ ᴛʜᴜʀꜱᴅᴀʏ

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ - ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ - ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇꜱ - ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

ɪɴ ꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴇʙᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ – ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ! ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜱɪꜱᴛ.

ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ʙɪʀᴅ - ᴀ 12 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴜɴᴀʀ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ - ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ - @bbcintroducing @jamesthrelfall

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ
ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ
ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ
ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ
ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ
ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀꜱ
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ
ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ

ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴏɴ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ
ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ
17.04.26

oh let it move you the beauty and the terror.
as the veil of reality disintegrates we are left to wonder
what is this life and the ideals we project upon it.
who are our saviours and who are our oppressors
the fact we are even questioning these things is enough.
for now. is this the life?

this whole record has been like laying down the rails as we move with it - thank you @bbcintroducing @jamesthrelfall 🩶