The Hollows

by Kim Thompsett

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gerry moore Enthralling, virtuosic, ethereal, stunning, superb, glorious and magnificent comes to mind. Once in a while an album comes along that ticks all the boxes and this is one such album. Evokes magical imagery and sensations of sensory pleasure. The singing and musicianship is consummate. SPELLBINDING. Favorite track: Hollow Tree.
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Richard Ordered my vinyl copy. Can’t wait to give it a spin. After listening to these 3 songs I’m sure I will love it.
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sackheim Words cannot express the excitement at hearing these 3 new tracks from Kim and company. We have been waiting a long time and it has been so worth it . She just has that otherworldly voice that completely captures the realm of the good and outre folk . I am also overjoyed to see her finally getting more global recognition that she has long deserved. (One of my dreams has long been to fly over to England and direct a music video with Kim ...I'm sure this will happen sometime soon!)
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In a dark magic wood on Anansi’s fine web A moonbeam was caught on a gossamer thread The thread wove a nest and a silken cocoon From whence there emerg-ed the child of the moon Sing for the stars in phosphorescent sky Sing for the child, the moonchild’s lullaby Stars in the firmament flicker and wheel Watch carefully for the dance they reveal A dance that was born in the echoes of time Imparting the seasons with rhythm and rhyme Sing for the stars in phosphorescent sky Sing for the child, the moonchild’s lullaby
Snowbound 02:53
Oh my love how soon you weary of these winter days Round and round goes the time and on your mind it plays You may tend the fire and wait for springtime to begin But against the frost and snow you know you’ll never win So it’s time for lying in How your touch it warms my skin, your love it warms my heart If I had my way you know we’d never be apart Fire faeries dance and cast their shadows on the walls While lords and ladies shiver deep in lonely palace halls And the snow silently falls Draw you nearer to the fire and rest your troubled mind There is no more toil and only comfort here to find The river’s raging torrent frozen hard as any ground The forest breathing soft and low in frosty featherdown And how I love to be snowbound.
Soul Song 03:45
Days, weeks, months, years, all fragmentally scattered While Mr Oak Tree watches us run around In the long run, none of this really matters In this place where we are so temporally bound Search for your soul song Echoing in the starry sky Breathe deep and breathe long Utter a nascent cry Watch the cracks creep, ‘cross the magical mirror As your reflection slowly disintegrates All that’s left is one disembodied ego And a cloud of stardust in metamorphic state Let cosmic winds blow Buffeting stardust to and fro Come let your mind flow Into an endless sky Have you seen them, have you seen them in the sky, Running circles round the moon and stars Have you heard them, as they whisper in the breeze Singing songs of long ago and far away
Clamber up through bush and briar to Woebetide Hill Spent ferns throw rusted spires round Woebetide Hill Wind gusts in ragged sighs round Woebetide Hill Come watch the full moon rise o’er Woebetide Hill Cool grass flows, anoints your toes Sanctuary you may seek on Woebetide Hill Chaos walks on cloven feet on Woebetide Hill Up here where the veil grows thin We will draw the circle in Blooms nod in springtime rain on Woebetide Hill Time comes to meet again on Woebetide Hill Watch fire burns, the season turns
Come all you fine and fearless folk Come all you wild and careless ramblers Look to the moon at solstice night Dance ‘neath the stars in bold abandon Dip, dive, spin, feel the earth be- Neath your feet, dance in the arms of.. Silver spun wings of moonlight Wind-blown star, child of the breeze. North, south, west, east of Eden, Wind, rain, snow, mist of Avalon
I am wandering in a strange garden The likes of which I have never seen The air is sharp and it makes me restless For the places I’ve never seen And the clouds roll in and the air grows still And the clouds roll in and the thunder beckons to me And the rain falls like laughter, Washing my cares away And the rain falls like an angel crying / like a miracle Washing everything clean…. Like an angel crying
Broceliande 04:46
Au fond de Broceliande Vive les arbres d’un autre temps Ils te chuchotent tout bas Rejoins la danse de bras en bras Et quand la danse finit Dans mes racines, fais ton nid Comme les fleurs tu dors Rêves seulement de l’amour Doucement endors-toi Et reviens une autre fois.
Hollow Hill 04:35
Under moon and under mountain Beneath the velvet sky Beneath the hollow hill… is where I lie Entombed in earthy darkness My spirit wanders wide I’ll return each Hallows Eve Walking by your side Hollow hill, your will, echoes through Time and space, your face Becomes mine Long since my bones have felt the Touch of the rising sun Come make your peace with me Your time has just begun I will remain a warrior Until the end of time Bound fast to mother earth Her fate entwined with mine
Hollow Tree 04:54
Rock me gently in a hollow tree Fold me tenderly, bundle me to sleep Chase my dreaming through the hidden door Follow roots deep, ‘neath the forest floor Where the redcap mushrooms raise their heads Oftentimes I’d stray Push the snowdrops from their blankety beds To find the light of day Roots and ivy tangle round my feet Moss and lichen make my pillow sweet Where discerning mortals fain would dwell Dancing will I go For to crack the corm and cast the spell Watch the wild things grow Rock me gently in a hollow tree Fold me tenderly, bundle me to sleep Roots and ivy tangle round my feet Moss and lichen make my pillow sweet If I answer not to thy request, pray please let me be And pluck me not from my sweet nest in the hollow tree
Say it with flowers, Say it with trees, tangled in greenery Ivy-clad giants of the forest where I feel so small And part of it all Say it with flowers Lost in a dell powdered with magic A riot of colour where butterflies skim on the wing And little birds sing Say it with flowers Soft summer meadows smothered with buttercups Dragonflies darting so daringly down by the stream In a primeval dream Say it with ferns Unfurling shyly down by the waterfall White star anemones raising their heads to the sky As gently go I


'The Hollows' is the long-awaited follow-up to 'Songs from the Uglee Meadow', the debut album, released in 2008. The track 'Snowbound', which also appears on the new album, was released as a single in December 2017,

Upholding the aesthetic of the debut album, ‘The Hollows’ evokes an archaic atmosphere and nuances of Celtic and medieval times. At the same time, it branches out into a more experimental and eclectic idiom with a more diverse range of instrumentation and more sophisticated production.


released May 31, 2019

Kim Thompsett - music and lyrics, vocals, guitar, flute and harp
Lee Igglesden - music, acoustic and electric guitars, drums, bass, hammered dulcimer
Harvey Summers - sampled instruments, synth, bass
Will Summers - flute, recorders, crumhorn
Marie Milliflore - vocals
David Kent - lead guitar
Garry Blakeley - violin
Rupert Spencer - bass

Recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Harvey Summers @ Broadoak Studios

Cover art by Gary Williamson
Snowbound artwork by Gavyn Dylan
Woebetide Hill photo by Natalia Drepina

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Kim Thompsett Hastings, UK

'Nothing short of spectacular' - Mike Dimitriou (review of "THE HOLLOWS')
Music reminiscent of early 1970's folk revival with a soupcon of ethereal medieval rock.

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