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Monday, 4 Jul 2016
Friday, 1 Jul 2016
An oasis of relief in the black terror of space. I wish this piece of music went on for much longer...
Tuesday, 28 Jun 2016
"Look at these clouds and tell me this isn’t the end of everything."
Thursday, 2 Jun 2016
Cordant grooviness.
"Matte Kudasai"
Still, by the window pane,
Pain, like the rain that's falling.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.
When, when was the night so long,
Long, like the notes I'm sending.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.
Still, by the window pane,
Pain, like the rain that's falling.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.
When, when was the night so long,
Long, like the notes I'm sending.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.
Friday, 20 May 2016
Discordant grooviness.