Ten minutes of squally, distorted, languid electric guitar while Lana Del Rey drives down the freeway in September 2018, 'fresh out of fucks forever'. Another song for autumn, this one painting it oils- 'You're in the yard/ I light the fire/And as the summer fades away/ Nothing gold can stay'. A song that is woozy and fluid and exists solely for itself.
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Blimey. That's really good.
Poetry anorak corner: "nothing gold can stay" is a Robert Frost line
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148652/nothing-gold-can-stay-5c095cc5ab679
Excellent poetry anorak detail Swanditch.
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