>>14156813You know that strange feeling of escaping through your own skin that reaches you when you feel life slipping away from you? That exact emotion, fleeting realization of dread is precisely what I heard the other day - then I remembered, it's not the first time I heard such perfection. What a relief, both a wooden surface and everything else in one, like the mundane everyday life of the 1970s made into music, where the light isn't tuned up all the way, so you can almost see it, hear it, it's nice.
It's the only way I can describe it, right now, If you ask me later I can give you a more coherent answer, maybe.
