A Tape Collage For EloiseCorridors Alternative Indie

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A rickety lament for the futility of trying to recapture lost youth. From the album Your Smile Is Made Of Vanished Days. David - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Telecaster, Casio Piano, Glockenspiel, Boss DR-500, Casiotone MT-65, Microcassette Dictaphone, Reel-to-Reel, Sleighbells, String Synth

Please un-rake all the leaves and quietly lose everything Who's there to process the film when you die? (Undeveloped and unseen) In this broken building where your lungs were born Leave 'em here to decompose with the kettle on We're all forgotten hospitals anyway; Long nostalgic corridors of fading paint With a burning sadness Raise a toast to the ghost of nuclear winter When they broke your heart Behind those sad and salty seafront facades (Below the raucous static of the gulls above) In a broken tape machine The hijacked hallowed days Of torn up skater jeans and acne speckled honesty Are captured but can never be replayed x

Song Comments they got the stuff a song for the wide open spaces, an introspective tour de force.