Uploaded October 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
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"Heartwood" by @halfwaif from the album 'See You At The Maypole', out now
Order, stream & download at halfwaif.ffm.to/maypole
Written by Nandi Rose
Produced and recorded by Nandi Rose and Zubin Hensler
Mixed by Zubin Hensler
Vocals and synths: Nandi Rose
Percussion and piano: Zubin Hensler
Lyrics
“I always thought you were made of trees,”
He said to me.
To be so seen
Is a green kind of sadness.
It feels so new—tiny shoot,
Proof of life.
Does that mean I was invisible before?
Ok but let me be oak,
My branches curved back down to earth.
The reaching and bowing a perpetual arc:
Rainbow on the horizon.
I embrace in all directions.
I live one hundred years.
I remember everything in the
Language of my heartwood.
And when I dream, it’s not of trees
But of placing quartz
In the cold end of the stream
Where the moonlight catches
The crystal flakes,
Showing the fish where to go—
A checkerboard of crooked arrows
Pointing you back again and
Again to a numb and nameless
Deep.
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Listen to the full album here: antircrds.io/4exsP0i
"Heartwood" by @halfwaif from the album 'See You At The Maypole', out now
Order, stream & download at halfwaif.ffm.to/maypole
Written by Nandi Rose
Produced and recorded by Nandi Rose and Zubin Hensler
Mixed by Zubin Hensler
Vocals and synths: Nandi Rose
Percussion and piano: Zubin Hensler
Lyrics
“I always thought you were made of trees,”
He said to me.
To be so seen
Is a green kind of sadness.
It feels so new—tiny shoot,
Proof of life.
Does that mean I was invisible before?
Ok but let me be oak,
My branches curved back down to earth.
The reaching and bowing a perpetual arc:
Rainbow on the horizon.
I embrace in all directions.
I live one hundred years.
I remember everything in the
Language of my heartwood.
And when I dream, it’s not of trees
But of placing quartz
In the cold end of the stream
Where the moonlight catches
The crystal flakes,
Showing the fish where to go—
A checkerboard of crooked arrows
Pointing you back again and
Again to a numb and nameless
Deep.
▶ Store: halfwaif.ffm.to/store
▶ Website: halfwaif.com
▶ Facebook: facebook.com/halfwaif
▶ Instagram: instagram.com/halfwaif
▶ Twitter: twitter.com/HalfWaif
▶ Spotify: spoti.fi/3sKfWtx
▶ Apple: apple.co/34SLzsK
▶ Amazon: amzn.to/353Gdvb
________________________
FOLLOW ANTI RECORDS
▶ Website: anti.com
▶ Instagram: instagram.com/antirecords
▶ Facebook: facebook.com/antirecords
▶ Twitter: twitter.com/antirecords
▶ TikTok: tiktok.com/@antirecords
▶ Spotify: spoti.fi/3F8wIHU
▶ Apple: apple.co/3mh6Wdc
▶ Store: anti.ffm.to/store
#halfwaif #heartwood #seeyouatthemaypole #antirecords










