Southern Ghost from Big Black by Music Of 25

Bust de femme avec chapeau
Hung with low clouds in 2-1-O
A sudden revival signals the end
To an ink-stained weight, my argent friend

Bare skin burned, a blazing sun
While reaching back for that old fun
An ardent awe pulls back the tint
Poetics lost, an ephemeral sin

In my time I was taking you with me
Your line was a looked to respite
Heavy with your ghosts that I carry
Weary pulling past to the bright light

Windmills spun and the Bright House burned
As I walked to the end not having learned
I took it all then I stabbed your back
For the elbows and hip bones, fist pump act

In my time I was taking you with me
Your line was a looked to respite
Heavy with your ghosts that I carry
Weary pulling past to the bright light

Here we are and here I am
I thought this project foretold the end
Yet a bolstered hurt in brainstorm
Proves something torn is now formed
Pax

• Alternative
• Independent Rock
• experimental
• math rock lite
• post rock
• Austin