We bury the children alive. They gave you life. They took it back again. Blink slowly your galaxy eyes. Head toward the light. Sorry for everything. Carry me in your teeth with tender jaws of sympathy (Arrow deep inside the meat impossible for us to reach)... Shattered in a mist of crippled, angel silhouettes... Lift the dirt, and cover me. Lay at my side until I'm finally sleeping.
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As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020