The dove & the butter cup dream

About Me

Once upon time a dove made her nest with twigs and butter cup flowers. The dove settled into its new home and rested her head on a flower petal pillow. She dreamt a gentle song of the wind in the trees and the moon's reflection on the calm sea.This project is a work in progress by Junco and Rose. We are making music to go with an animation at the moment. In the future we hope to bring our vision to a live audience. Stay tuned to the story unfolding.

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Member Since: 7/10/2007
Band Members: Junco was a bird that flew from Tokyo to New York. When her wings set her down onto the pavement she turned into a woman. In the city she built her nest and perfected her musical talents. Junco is an amazing song bird.Rose was a seed born in San Francisco. The wind took her to many places on the earth. Her roots began to grow in Brooklyn. And who would guess that a human could spring from a flower? So the story goes.As fate would have it Rose and Junco are building a dream, little by little.
Influences: Eric Satie, Leonard Cohen, Beat Happening, The Vaselines, Velvet Underground, Belle and Sebestian, Brahms, Slow Dive, Serge Gainsbourg, Magnetic Fields, Nina Simone, Nick Drake, Four Tet, Francoise Hardy, Sonic boom, My Bloody Valentine, Steve Reich and more...
Sounds Like: A butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Poem II

The broken leaves of days gone by Are crumbling underneath footsteps Light a fire on fallen branches By the well where witchesMake their wishesAcquiescing pines circle round the clearingThe ro...
Posted by The dove & the butter cup dream on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 08:10:00 PST

Poem

See you by the sea Said the serpent to the bumble bee You can rest your wings and kaleidoscope eyes Listen to the seagull cries Gently lulled to sleep by the ocean's siren song Forget your worries and...
Posted by The dove & the butter cup dream on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 08:43:00 PST