there were two of us, now there are three and four here
and out of every mouth, we send a chill into the airs
spitting images, spitting bitter lies
spitting sharpened stones, spitting alibis
we've got a dictionary and a psychic fountain
there are so many tongues, but you know just bits of them
teeth on polished glass, scrape off all the boards
swallow all your thoughts, wait for blood to boil
speak, speak
speak, speak
the sun sinks westward and we're soaked through and through
worried words feel warmest just before they choke you
this is permanent, love, it's the place to be
close your frightened mouth, drift off peacefully
One day I came across this title on YouTube and it intrigued me. The nostalgy hit me so much that I went back on IRC in 2019. Thanks to that, I met my girlfriend after being single for 15 years, and moved to a new town 6 hours away from me. All of that because of a click on that song.
Music has the power to change people's life and this track is my personal proof of that fact. swipesomething
Beautiful and mysterious folk-adjacent songs from this UK outfit that wreathe delicate acoustic guitar in mist-like synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 10, 2021