this is where the comfort in the album begins to be lost, still warm, but uncomfortable, sad, but in a sad way.

The sound of an angel, shrouded with the horrors of mankind

How about I go walking in my town with this one?

jesus going for this long gets creepy ngl

when everybody's sad, but you are the ball of clay smoking a cigarette:

The Caretaker conjures a quieter, more introspective spirit, lost in his own mind amidst a low-lit labyrinth of ever-decaying and antediluvian shellac phrases. Sourced from a mysterious collection of 78s, these vague snippets of archaic sonics reflect the ability of Alzheimers patients to recall the songs of their past, and with them recollections of places, people, moods and sensations.

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ROBERTO

Waltuh...

Demgainschill

Ryumi

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Миша

🌛Iness🌜

Reddest Ruby

Francisco

Mr. Sun