Grown Ocean

There is a song I keep listening to in the daytime and keep hearing in that space between consciousness and sleep. Three nights in a row now. The melodies and inflections are, subtley, so close to patterns I've heard all my life in Eritrean folk songs. Took a look at the lyrics for the first time today:

Grown Ocean by The Fleet Foxes

"In that dream I'm as old as the mountains
Still is starlight reflected in fountains
Children grown on the edge of the ocean
Kept like jewelry kept with devotion

In that dream moving slow through the morning

You would come to me then without answers
Lick my wounds and remove my demands for now
Eucalyptus and orange trees are blooming
In that dream there's no darkness alluded

In that dream moving slow through the morning time

In that dream I could hardly contain it
All my life I will wait to attain it
There, there, there

I know someday the smoke will all burn off
All these voices I'll someday have turned off
I will see you someday when I've woken
I'll be so happy just to have spoken
I'll have so much to tell you about it

In that dream I could hardly contain it
All my life I will wait to attain it
There, there, there

Wide-eyed walker, don't betray me
I will wake one day, don't delay me
Wide-eyed leaver, always going"


 Nothing much else to add; it's just a gorgeous work. I hope it keeps seeping itself into my dreams.