From split LP with Moloch moloch.bandcamp.com
Released by Feast of Tentacles and Halo of Flies
lyrics
Spun like strings on a guitar,
Tighten my arms around you.
A distance I can see from the middle room,
You in the corner under the lamp,
Waiting, what you do best to suck the blood from time.
First drink of wine, pretend to nap,
A ghost in the ceiling.
Apply the makeup to be together.
Walks across the sand, Polish script passes out eyes.
Pain across an ocean, watching storms.
Frustrated forehead hits a teleprompter.
Sleigh bells tied to sticks to awaken a love and a charm.
A little light, a little light.
supported by 132 fans who also own “Biting The Air”
I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250
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Nirvana, for whatever reason, was my gateway to metal and heavy music in general. So this brings me full circle. The covers are really faithful but only as Thou can deliver it. rettisawesome