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Daughter
—Youth
Tumber has finally returned. To celebrate, here’s a lovely little track by Daughter.
Absolutely beautiful…
Golden Zephyr: What it means to be Rroma
It doesn’t mean that I’m a gypsy; that I wear long braids, long skirts, and broke-down shoes. It doesn’t mean that I tell fortunes; hawk trinkets or flowers by the side of the road, or beg for a bit of change.
It doesn’t mean that I use curses, spells, or magic potions; it doesn’t mean that I am…
Ben Howard - Promise
“And meet me there, bundles of flowers, we wait through the hours of cold
Winter shall howl at the walls, tearing down doors of time
Shelter as we go
And promise me this; you’ll wait for me only, scared of the lonely arms
Surface, far below these words
Maybe, just maybe I’ll come home
Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?
Going to tell you stories of mine
Who am I?
Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I?
Could be a burden in time, lonely
Who am I, to you?
Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I?
Going to be a burden
Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?
I come alone here
I come alone here”
He said again: I love you. She gazed at him but did not reply. Probably she had forgotten what that meant.
—William T. Vollman. The Atlas.
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J. Tillman
—Evans and Falls
Music for autumn, at its finest.
