I feel like I’ve been here before. This dusty piece of ground, alive with the first drops of from a desperate storm. I feel like I’m on the forefront of the battle between the pain and the cure. These Sunparlour Players seem to be made of a broken light. They seem to be armed with rusty muskets filled with honey and shards of hearts, hell-bent on winning the day. And win, they will.
Listen:
Battle of ’77
Wall Sisters
[from Wave North|buy]
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