In here is a tragedy, art thou player or audience? Be as it may, the end doth remain: all go on only toward death. ... There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.
something about this song is so so magical, i can't deduce exactly what makes it such but it feels otherworldly. pure recording of emotion, no instruments involved
you're in a psycho war, that's what your permit's for
Personal highlights: Neptune Thrums his Drippy Fingers, Merry The Big Machine, Futhswatering, Submarine Brave, Purgatory, Sentry, and of course the famous To Burble & Pine.
In here is a tragedy, art thou player or audience? Be as it may, the end doth remain: all go on only toward death. ... There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.
In here is a tragedy, art thou player or audience? Be as it may, the end doth remain: all go on only toward death. ... There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.
This one has been on repeat for days, the lyrics are something else. focusing more on humour and observations Dan Le Sac VS Scroobius pip - Last Train Home https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5BfZRzsehXc
Listening to Pink Turns Blue's new album "Tainted". Not quite as good as "Phoenix" or "Ghost", which fit perfectly with post-punk/new wave revival of the mid 2000s, but it has more of a coldwave leaning which I suppose fits with the times well enough. I'll have to give it a few more listens.
In here is a tragedy, art thou player or audience? Be as it may, the end doth remain: all go on only toward death. ... There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.
In here is a tragedy, art thou player or audience? Be as it may, the end doth remain: all go on only toward death. ... There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.
All the joy in life was gone once you left - Sewerslvt
In here is a tragedy, art thou player or audience? Be as it may, the end doth remain: all go on only toward death. ... There is nothing which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker, peering into the cage.
Just rediscovered this hauntingly beautiful Macedonian song, "Zajdi, zajdi, jasno sonce," by Aleksandar Sarievski. To put it briefly, the lyrics observe in sadness how both the singer and the forest grow older, though only the forest grows back new leaves.
Possibly one of the best non-radiohead tracks Thom Yorke has made. (with help from Nigel Godrich, Flea & Joey Waronker) (brilliant stuff from 1m 20s forward)
I've definitely switched to listening to more wintery music over the last couple of weeks (along with switching to drinking Guinness, stopping wearing my "summer" trainers and digging out the wooly cardie - all without actively choosing to do so, it just seems like the *right* thing)