Before the song all music came like muted, empty octaves begging a composer’s pen. The notes cried silently for paper staves and kept their sound in theory only. In hell there is no music- an agonizing night that never ends as songless as a shattered violin.
Lumsk :: Duttens Vise
Camille Bloom :: Goodbye
J. Tillman :: My Walking Days
Nouvelle Vague :: The Killing Moon (Echo And The Bunnymen)
Songs of Green Pheasant :: I Am Daylights
