This song makes me so happy every time I listen to it. Thank you for making a song about us Christians who do not believe everything the church says. God bless this band and their talents 💛💛💛

Banjo and big bass timpani drums are so so so good and then the glass clinks....my heart is so full

MY PALMS AND FINGERS STILL REEK OF GASOLINE ‼️

lyrics: Like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it Like a fox to a burrow, like an eagle to an aerie And my god, it's getting hard to even hum a single thing, 'cause You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again See, my birds of a kind, the more and more are looking like Centurions than any little messiah (messiah) As I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams It don't bring me relief, no, it don't bring me nothing that You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again and again and

with the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine!

Hi! <3

𝐹𝑎ℎ𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑙 (𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑)

Eurus

Passerine

Zephyrus

Theseus

Soap

Fish in a Birdcage

Rule #1 - Magic

The Well- The Crane Wives

My man is a stagnant water,
a mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
Waded in his iris to my knees
I bathed in his mouth overnight
We drank moonbeams from oily skies
Come dawn, he begged me, “Please, love, never leave”

Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm,

I have hands for building altars,
Lips to pray to reckless gods
Yeah, I was made to be a devotee
His mangroves held me ‘till died
My body’s relic left behind
To fossilize beneath the willow trees

Hmm, hmm,
Hmm, Hmm,

Thrashing like Ophelia in my featherdown coat
Won’t someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole
If to be loved is to be changed, I’m only worsenin’
Mosquito larvae in my ribs
He only loves me when I rot with him

I’m my father’s stubborn daughter
And I am no gentle lover
Only crown I wear is loyalty
My man is a stagnant water,
a mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
And I’m forever stuck his bog body

Hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm

The Bog Bodies

The Bog Bodies (Dorm Demo)

Una canción nacida en plena madrugada, cuando el pulso se acelera y la mente no encuentra calma. 
Habla del ruido interior, del insomnio y de esa lucha invisible que todos vivimos alguna vez.

Con sonidos crudos y una letra visceral, Ansiedad es un desahogo convertido en música: un grito que se transforma en melodía, un mar agitado donde el tiempo parece hundirse.

Ansiedad

Bitter Water

Carnivore

Tracked and Mixed by Ian Gorman at La Luna. Mastered by Glenn Brown.

The Crane Wives - The Garden

Hey, Runner! - The Arcadian Wild

We no speak Americano Vs Heads will Roll Remix

ghost dance - pac baby

𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 ~ mitski (𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 + 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃)

Management 
Ben Baruch 																								Ben@11e1evengroup.com

Bookings (US): 																								
Jeffrey Hasson / Joe Atamian																					JHasson@paradigmagency.com																					jatamian@paradigmagency.com

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