On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones and walked into the River Ouse near her home. If you want to read some of her work, why not start with The Waves?
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The morning light it fades, down to chilly grey
the lines fall from my fingers to the page
Wrapped in alcoholic haze, I wander to the riverside
For there I'll make my name by stopping time
Thinking
I hope this voice won’t leave me
‘Cause I will be the one who’s screaming out
For God and all to hear me
Believe me when I say…
The bramble roots inside my mind, dig into my heart
As the icy water stings my fingertips
To leave you happier alone, is happiness itself (So)
With a final look into the cold I dive
Shouting
I hope this voice won’t leave me
‘Cause I will be the one who’s screaming out
For God and all to hear me
And I will be the one departed
Become a ghost, become all that we dreamed and all that we hoped
And I will be the one who’s screaming out
For God and all to hear me
And I will ever be the one
That’s leaving
There’ll be no difference when I’m gone
As I open my eyes underwater now, I see my spirit go floating away
And the rushes and weeds are holding me down in the wash and the silt of this bed
A frozen breath it enters my lungs, and I'm held in this liquid caress
The current draws past as I'm breathing my last, pulling the words and the air
And the waves pour down they’re falling on me, washing away
I hope this voice won’t leave me
‘Cause I will be the one who’s screaming out
For God and all to hear me
And I will be the one departed
Become a ghost, become all that we dreamed and all that we hoped
And I will be the one who’s screaming out
For God and all to hear me
And I will be the one departed
The latest from Earth Girl Helen Brown swings from spritely synthpop to smoky interstellar groovers to far-out lounge. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2018