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‘Inherent Song’ by Lullaby for the Working Class from Song
Woke to two things this morning: a robin piping liquid silver into the dawn air; and this weave of damp melancholy by Lullaby for the Working Class. I’ve not heard or thought about this track in probably 5 years. Where such things reside is something of a mystery. As is why, even in memory, a line like ‘lifting a voice to mimic the cicadas’ can make me catch my breath.
Posted by Matt Poacher
