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About This Album
Leave the Daylight Alone is a loose thematic album rather than a literal concept narrative. Its eight songs share one enclosed world of mortars, bowls, mirrors, candles, black water, smoke, thread and stone, but they never explain whether the repeated rituals are supernatural, chemical, psychological or purely surreal.
The sequence moves from preparation and ingestion into altered perception. “Mercury in the Mortar” introduces the turning wheel and the warning to leave daylight alone; “Black Honey at Midnight” and “Sulphur in the Looking Glass” deepen the trance until the room itself appears to participate.
From “Three Inches Left of the Room” onward, space contracts, language becomes unreliable and the hallucination moves into the body. “Nine Candles Under Water” turns nine blue flames into ten, while the title track keeps morning outside. The work is “not finished yet”; the stone is still turning.
Tracklist
- 1Mercury in the Mortar4:46
- 2Black Honey at Midnight5:47
- 3Sulphur in the Looking Glass4:59
- 4Three Inches Left of the Room5:31
- 5Glass Flowers Under My Tongue5:54
- 6Wormwood on the Silver Thread6:44
- 7Nine Candles Under Water5:24
- 8Leave the Daylight Alone5:14
Total runtime: 44:19
Sound Palette
Detuned Farfisa organ, electric sitar, sparse fuzz and tremolo guitar, melodic analogue-style bass, tablas, bongos, floor toms, rattles, hand bells, wooden percussion, breathy flute and bowed cymbals form the album’s deliberately narrow palette. Repetition and circular motion matter more than riff-driven escalation.
A low male voice is half-sung and half-chanted, sometimes shadowed by whispers or group responses. Tape warmth, spring reverb, unstable echo, phasing, backwards fragments and slight warble suggest a raw late-1960s analogue language without claiming a documented historical studio or recording process.
Archive Notes
The finished record became more cohesive by refusing several abandoned stylistic detours. Instead of baroque pop, pastoral acid folk, freakbeat or musique concrète episodes, every track develops the same ritual acid-psych vocabulary from a different angle.
Recurring instructions not to name, touch, count, taste, answer or disturb anything bind the songs together. The ambiguity is intentional: there is no named protagonist, cult, location or canonical supernatural explanation.
Lyrics
All eight tracks retain their original English lyrics. They are presented without invented verse, chorus, production or performance labels.
Crush the moon into a silver bowl Stir the shadow till it loses hold Seven drops from the crooked glass One for the future Six for the past Mercury sleeps in the mortar Mercury dreams in the stone Turn the wheel a little farther Leave the daylight alone Green smoke climbing up the wall Tiny bells where the black seeds fall Someone laughing beneath the floor Count to nine Then count no more Mercury sleeps in the mortar Mercury dreams in the stone Turn the wheel a little farther Leave the daylight alone Salt in the circle Ash in the flame Call every color Without giving names The spoon bends slowly The candles lean A door opens sideways Where no door has been Drink from nothing Speak to the glass Watch every minute Refuse to pass Mercury sleeps in the mortar Mercury dreams in the stone Turn the wheel a little farther Leave the daylight alone Red becomes violet Violet becomes sound The ceiling is breathing The roots leave the ground One eye open One eye gone The room keeps turning After the song Mercury wakes in the mortar Mercury walks through the stone Turn the wheel a little farther And leave the daylight alone
Black honey at midnight Black honey in the bowl Turn the spoon against the glass Until it takes its toll Three drops for the candle Two drops for the stone One drop for the little wheel That turns when left alone Black honey at midnight Dark upon the flame Do not taste it with your tongue Do not give it any name Copper on the left hand Salt upon the right Hold the bowl beneath the smoke Until the smoke turns white Black thread through the honey White ash through the thread Count the bells behind the wall And never turn your head Black honey at midnight Black honey in the bowl Turn the spoon against the glass Until it takes its toll One flame low One flame high One flame where the shadow lies Turn it once Turn it twice Do not ask the glass for advice Black honey at midnight Slow beneath the skin When the little wheel stops turning Turn the little wheel again Black honey at midnight Black honey in the flame Do not taste it Do not name it Do not name it
Sulphur in the looking glass Black thread in the flame Turn the water seven times Never say its name Three grains on the windowsill Two beneath the tongue One for what has not begun One for what is done Sulphur in the looking glass Yellow in the black Face the mirror to the wall Do not turn it back Copper wire Ashen bowl Smoke goes upward Shadow goes below Left hand empty Right hand cold Let the little iron wheel Turn until it folds Something knocks behind the glass Once And then again Do not answer with your mouth Answer with the rain Sulphur in the looking glass Yellow in the black Face the mirror to the wall Do not turn it back Salt on stone Stone on skin Count the room from outside in Four Three Two None The glass has kept What we have done Sulphur in the looking glass Do not look Until it clears
Three inches left of the room Three inches left of the wall Three inches between my shoulder And nothing there at all Salt beneath the windowsill Ash beneath the chair Someone moved the corners in While no one else was there Three inches left of the room Do not touch the door Every time the candle bends There is a little more Count the boards from left to right Count them back again Seven when the lamp was lit Six when it began Copper nail Blackened thread One above And one beneath the bed Turn the glass Against the flame Watch the room Forget its shape Three inches left of the room Three inches left of air Keep your hands beside your knees And do not move the chair The ceiling dropped an inch at nine The floor rose half at ten At eleven all the pictures Turned their faces in One line chalk One line salt If the walls come closer It is not our fault Do not measure Do not mark Do not light The second spark Three inches left of the room Two inches from the stone Something on the other side Is counting on its own Three Two One No room Only the mortar Only the flame Only the little wheel Turning without a name Three inches left of the room Three inches Two One
Glass flowers under my tongue White roots behind my teeth Do not pull them upward Let them grow beneath One petal tastes of copper One petal tastes of rain One turns black at midnight One remembers pain Glass flowers under my tongue Do not make me speak Every word will cut the stem Every breath will make them weak Salt upon the lower lip Ash upon the palm Hold the little silver cup Until the room is calm Red thread through the candle smoke Green thread through the glass If the flowers start to ring Do not let them pass Glass flowers under my tongue Cold against the bone Seven bells inside my mouth Ringing on their own Bite the stem Taste the light Keep the left eye closed tonight Turn the bowl Turn it slow Let the hidden color show One flower opens backward One flower drinks the flame One flower has no shadow One flower knows my name Glass flowers under my tongue White roots in the dark Do not swallow Do not speak Do not strike the second spark Copper Salt Glass Stone Petal Root Blood Bone Glass flowers under my tongue Glass flowers in the air I close my mouth They are still ringing there
Wormwood on the silver thread Three knots above the flame Hold the needle in the smoke And never give it a name Black seed in the left hand White salt in the right Turn the little wooden wheel Until it swallows light Wormwood on the silver thread Green fire in the bowl Seven turns around the glass One turn around the soul Bitter leaf Copper spoon Cut the shadow From the moon One drop Two Then none Do not stop When it has begun There is a bell beneath the floor There is a bell inside the wall There is a bell behind my teeth Do not answer When they call Wormwood on the silver thread Green fire in the bowl Seven turns around the glass One turn around the soul Tie the first knot for the body Tie the second for the name Tie the third around the candle Till the smoke forgets the flame Yellow dust Across the stone Little wheel Turn alone The room grows long The room grows thin Something waits Where the thread goes in Wormwood on the silver thread Do not let it break If the final knot comes loose Do not let it wake Green fire Black glass Silver thread Let it pass Wormwood on the silver thread Turn Turn Turn
Nine candles under water Nine flames burning blue Nine candles under water One of them is you Black bowl on the table Salt around the rim Lower every candle Till the room grows dim First flame for the left hand Second for the right Third for every shadow That refuses light Nine candles under water Nine flames burning blue Nine candles under water One of them is you Fourth beneath the black glass Fifth beneath the stone Sixth where no reflection Ever comes alone Seven for the silent bell Eight for what it knows Nine for what is waiting Where the dark water goes Nine candles under water Do not let them die Do not lift the final flame Do not ask it why Blue fire under black water Black water under skin Turn the bowl a little farther Let the deeper room begin One flame bends One flame shakes One flame burns For every mistake Nine candles under water Nine flames in a line Count them once Count them twice There are ten this time Nine candles under water Nine flames burning blue Do not count again Do not count again Do not count again
Leave the daylight alone Leave the curtain where it is There is work beneath the table There are names inside the fizz Black salt in the saucer White ash in the glass Turn the little iron wheel And let the morning pass Leave the daylight alone It has nothing here to find Keep the candle to the left Keep the window to the mind Three drops for the silence Two drops for the flame One drop for the empty chair That answers to no name Green smoke at the ceiling Red dust on the stone If the sun comes through the curtain Do not let it in alone Leave the daylight alone Leave the daylight outside Every color tells the truth Until the room is wide The mortar turns The water hums The little wheel Becomes No word No hand No face No land Only glass Only flame Only something Without a name Leave the daylight alone We have not finished yet Leave the daylight alone The stone is turning Still
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Released 28 August 2026.
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