There he was, gazing from the tram windows, watching the light skim along the night's wet roads. Leaving the automatic doors and beginning the short walk home, he listened to the metallic stuttering screeches of the tram's wheels as it slid past.
He thought to himself, " Life is queasy... Geometry is easy".
He was too fragile, soon to crack. Something was in the time, making the people sad. Something was hurting them.
"We are riding a brutal pace my boys", he said under his breath, "running exhausted through foggy white time".
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track released March 1, 2014
I own nothing
An experimental composer from Ireland, Stephen Roddy proves equally adept at crushing soundscapes as he does mysterious melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 13, 2022