Still tense coming to terms with the silence your wake trail has left yet lacking in usefulness it fails to fence off or plug the immense all to welcoming stench cocktail rising dense from the fiend infested bench below so noticeable without your presence the pale violent white noise of the rail drawn in after opening the doors french of our rented abode I could ignore subtle fragments of said load sure but the proximity concentration and road test my every sense hence the out of vogue egg boxes unconventionally used to wedge oversized draft gaps and fist dents some i regret since then havent showered rationing pleasure an odd minuscule pittance morsel devoured relative great quantities of space but cold in bed now old episodes have passed and seasons changed but nothings flowered keep stepping out onto the steep icy ledge I beg to buckle or for a sudden projectile of turbulent air rogue swollen knuckles shaking like a coward instead I receive conflicting thoughts to survive a couple who once hated others love codes lies and believed in pledges even when the milk soured without trouble we would glide together surrounded by witnesses remorse in forceful weather but this kites destiny course changed forever that night and with his gardens tall dead hedges it finally did collide along with possession leverages spite and pride
Get ready for a harrowing tale of board walk broad daylight murder as cold as a reinforced steel girder hanging sixty floors up welcoming the punch are part time stick ball rivet fielders burnt hands befitting these tough go lucky builders in a bunch balancing sitting having lunch without fear challenging each other to cartwheel near the end of shift session time horn sounds clear warn fair depression era credit crunch crime gruel and beer rare though meanwhile a waitress in a diner below has a hunch that the pale individual that just entered doesnt require a munch no less she offers him a stool and coffee whilst shielding her eyes partially from the ever present glare emissions of the pier sea frothy not bewildering to most regulars was the atmosphere as stale as the toast an hour after closure still her and the fellow customers kept composure before his delayed answer is heard a loud female dancer crashes into a proud tall man at the counter they exchange words as the commotion escalates smashing plates draw a crowd closer witnesses distracted with sure notions the waitresses attention impacted cant ignore all sounds of flying cutlery hitting walls any more her eyes followed the reflection of a bus passing by the window back to the stranger abruptly she could sense the danger grow but unluckily it was too late sealed was her fate blood cascaded down her name tag that read kate
Koan's music is almost too good for words. There are so many things happening in this song. It's truly entrancing.
Masterpiece! Greetings from Poland
Clíodhna's Wave
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Still tense coming to terms with the silence your wake trail has left yet lacking in usefulness it fails to fence off or plug the immense all to welcoming stench cocktail rising dense from the fiend infested bench below so noticeable without your presence the pale violent white noise of the rail drawn in after opening the doors french of our rented abode I could ignore subtle fragments of said load sure but the proximity concentration and road test my every sense hence the out of vogue egg boxes unconventionally used to wedge oversized draft gaps and fist dents some i regret since then havent showered rationing pleasure an odd minuscule pittance morsel devoured relative great quantities of space but cold in bed now old episodes have passed and seasons changed but nothings flowered keep stepping out onto the steep icy ledge I beg to buckle or for a sudden projectile of turbulent air rogue swollen knuckles shaking like a coward instead I receive conflicting thoughts to survive a couple who once hated others love codes lies and believed in pledges even when the milk soured without trouble we would glide together surrounded by witnesses remorse in forceful weather but this kites destiny course changed forever that night and with his gardens tall dead hedges it finally did collide along with possession leverages spite and pride
Get ready for a harrowing tale of board walk broad daylight murder as cold as a reinforced steel girder hanging sixty floors up welcoming the punch are part time stick ball rivet fielders burnt hands befitting these tough go lucky builders in a bunch balancing sitting having lunch without fear challenging each other to cartwheel near the end of shift session time horn sounds clear warn fair depression era credit crunch crime gruel and beer rare though meanwhile a waitress in a diner below has a hunch that the pale individual that just entered doesnt require a munch no less she offers him a stool and coffee whilst shielding her eyes partially from the ever present glare emissions of the pier sea frothy not bewildering to most regulars was the atmosphere as stale as the toast an hour after closure still her and the fellow customers kept composure before his delayed answer is heard a loud female dancer crashes into a proud tall man at the counter they exchange words as the commotion escalates smashing plates draw a crowd closer witnesses distracted with sure notions the waitresses attention impacted cant ignore all sounds of flying cutlery hitting walls any more her eyes followed the reflection of a bus passing by the window back to the stranger abruptly she could sense the danger grow but unluckily it was too late sealed was her fate blood cascaded down her name tag that read kate