With golden lungs and ivory teeth, it's still hard to breathe and to speak. Try to take what they were offering. Try to find the good in anything. It's wasted like a breeze on broken wings. When your eyes are flowering, and you can find what's left of me, I'll be waiting patiently for loneliness to set me free.
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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