Bones snap inside your frail body as you writhe in shameless self pity, so you lay yourself back down, naked body on the frozen ground, blank figure limp against the snow. As sweat freezes on your cheek, you weakly start to speak: “My bones will always freeze, and rot beneath the waterline alone.” I am a riverbed and soon will come the flood. Your bones are dry and dead and covered in my blood. I am a river-stone, smooth and small and washed-awake. Your mind is rotting at the bottom of this muddy lake, and I will watch you drown.
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Stumbled across this great band because of Martha the band and I just love their sometimes melancholy garage-sound.
Also I like the acoustic songs.
I still remember seeing them live in my hometown when they were touring with Erica Freas and asked them for a setlist to have something to remember the great concert.
It´s hanging on my wall since that day :) Ninehundredninetynine