Slow motion ceramic doll spinning dancing under rocking chair reality lost behind pleasures of soft skin, and public acts of rage, subtle oppurtunities of falling apart beside cold railroad standing above tonbstone footprints around favorite date. Permanent palm readings leave anxious glow around plain scorn body, confused with skyscrapper dilema falling from the top level, landing on some hazardous conversation below...
Such a beautiful release from John Bellows on Planted Tapes. The 'Long EP' is full of personal growth, and spiritual deprivation, lost, and simultaneously found filled with common scripture, and to the ocean floor board a legendary emotion surfacing for everyone to seek, and grasp like air that is fresh, and clean...
Begging faith like a newspaper thief, and praying under swami look a like, John Bellows voice is like a sunset setting behind a junkyard moon, the course for a progressive war drafting the gourd overshot by overwelcomed sickness, and shadows. Self inflicted divine weather forces down like a young jaded hero without finger prints checking into motel with myth, and soft solitude, transcendental pleasures perched embarrased like a skeleton scholar...
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