Take it deep and call me back, boy. The amazing artistry of Ernest Greene is like a fractal, and you just took me for a dive! Even at this depth, I struggle to decipher the last bit (3:47-3:53) of whatever that guy was so desperate to leave on the voicemail...and I transcribe for a living! I suppose like much of Washed Out, some things are meant to be ineffable.
Take it deep and call me back, boy. The amazing artistry of Ernest Greene is like a fractal, and you just took me for a dive! Even at this depth, I struggle to decipher the last bit (3:47-3:53) of whatever that guy was so desperate to leave on the voicemail...and I transcribe for a living! I suppose like much of Washed Out, some things are meant to be ineffable.
Do you know of the origin of the voicemail by any chance?