I have had a worsening headache all day to the point where I actually wound up lying with my hat over my eyes in a lighted room, but I deeply appreciate being informed by
ashlyme of the existence of Plinth's Music for Smalls Lighthouse (2013) and by
spatch of Gavin Bryars' The Sinking of the Titanic (1990), the liner notes for the latter incidentally being how I learned that Marconi believed in residual haunting. If my head is going to feel like crush depth, I can at least have a suitable soundtrack.
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- 1: Can't I take my own binoculars out?
- 2: It's only eight, right?
- 3: If it's a moment in time, how come it feels so long?
- 4: It's time to change partners again
- 5: אַ ניקל פֿאַר זיי, אַ ניקל פֿאַר מיר
- 6: אמתע מעשׂה, אמתע מעשׂה
- 7: But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
- 8: Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?
- 9: And they won't thank you, they don't make awards for that
- 10: No one who can stand staying landlocked for longer than a month at most
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