Her & I go together like preachers & sin, watching it all wash away, In a river that doesn't seem to mean anything, Smoking cigarettes as much as we're using swear words & we hold each others hands into depression Let's take it back to the start, watch and wait, for it to begin, When we had drugs in our hand, poppin' 'em like panadol & chasing it with gin, & it makes me miss your smile, while our blood starts to thin, I've forgotten what your face looks like, even though I'm sitting right in front where you're standing. A paradise etched in snow. Home, I'm home. So when you've lived a lie, It's so beautiful, The way the cold weather blisters, It's an awful wound, & now we draw to an end, of the soul mates, & their paper house, being left in the rain, & in the morning over coffee you know our time is coming to an end, & when the rain won't stop falling you smashed the frame overhead our bed, Jagged pieces of our now "old life" Silence, is such a beautiful thing when you're in strife. All I wanted was a kiss
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023
Music that allows me to relax and let all of my business meetings, flights, and stays in hotels simply fade into the background. There are so many great songs on this collection that I cannot pick a favorite. Bravo to whoever chose all of these tracks. Joe Doyle