Tuesday, 6 October 2009

ricicle leftover

Sounding so familiar like the jacket you used to wear every day.
Until it got thrown away, a vocal that screams classic
and timeless melded with bright-eyed quivers,
quivering 'cause of the buzzy synths that shine through the murk
good time drums battle with the beats
and make me feel giddy and rushed as it ascends.

Lightning Dust - I Knew

Sparse compared to the Black Mountain experience,
which I'm still digesting after catching a show at the tail end of '07.
Supposedly secret super furries never showed.

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