"A complex cluster of chords throwing up an aching plea for one’s love to explain exactly what they were doing last night, when they didn’t come home. Would really have suited Scott Walker circa 1969, I feel. Oh, if that voice was available to pilfer."
From patrick:
"A complex cluster of chords throwing up an aching plea for one’s love to explain exactly what they were doing last night, when they didn’t come home. Would really have suited Scott Walker circa 1969, I feel. Oh, if that voice was available to pilfer."