Is it the time
To stop confounding?
You’re clutching tight your knees
Why do you swell the silence?
But maybe touch
Will break the sutures
It’s always smooth veneers
But never in the future
But, if because
Your words dissolve in
The fermented air of bodies soaked in violence
Intentions chew
Your tongue into a burden
But it won’t ever get this incandescent again
You better give it a chance
Or maybe you will never come back
Remember the hue of the sunlight on the skin of the past
Wait for me
Wait for this
Keep it on the grind cause you’re not smelling bliss
Got you chained
To the taste
Maybe we’re a little like a chilli paste
When we brush
Our blistered eyes
Baby, I’m a eunuch cause I’m going to cry
I’m not your lover
I’m not your friend
I am something that you’ll never ever have
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Each line on this album is delivered with malice, and each word hits like a mace to the skull. Backxwash uses raw aggression to vent frustration and anguish in a way that evokes an anger with the world rather than a pity for her. Luke Warmwater
supported by 5 fans who also own “I'm Trying to Remember the Hue of the Sunlight”
If you feel like mist that graciously draws edges silken, as bitter clouds burst in droplets – a burnt hand would warily seek their comforting warmth – to let you wash your shame in tears; luxuriously tonguing atonement&salt , then this is what I recommend to you.
DNM von Siebenthal
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Osàre! Editions brought me here :)
Thank you Maral for this awesome artwork and thank you Elena for showing me this beautiful artist by your records <3 Casualist