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• Artiste: Beardfish
• Titre: This Matter Of Mine
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Echoes of distant voices, not from where but when? I've been in this place before. There's no sound as I close the door. A house that was swallowed in vine. And I walk through surreal paintings of time. They embrace me and call out my name, blowing rings of smoke my way. Veil is so heavy, I can't see you. Bring me back, I'm entering the void. They say "we're from the troubled land, existing in something that comes after death". I shake my head and walk through a new door. Aisles between high bookshelves on a dirt floor. Are they playing hide and seek? The old man helps the young boy make the speakers speak. This room has no ceiling, above me the stars shine bright. A vast living room without electric light. In this clouded mist I still feel their presence. There's a vast mountain blocking the sun (wake up. wake up). Solo Bring me back. Speak! I'm entering the void.