Where did that come from? A patient nagging guitar, part raga-rock meditation brushed with scrapped tin strings rattling along twilight lane. Then quiet whispered ancient piano chords full of resolution. Stop. Release of a major chord. Stop. Then haunted vocals repeating within the drone of the guitar. Stop… release chord and then the voice fragile and alone. Later an organ and the upright piano emerges a little clearer. The guitar full of resolve and the scrape of frets.
Runeii.
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