This is a solid reflection of old war time stories reversed back into the pockets of those abstract leather leaders conquering fruit fields, and french stlye funeral horns blowing into the cold grey sky, searching for the Titanics frozen memories. She kisses the water reflecting onto the ice scary, and lucid to the people becoming all around.
We watch the Diminished Composistions of the children frozen to their parents, lovers forever dedicated, and smiling in the black abyss reality of past, present, and future, hormonial voices cracking cold under Gods pressure of return. A victrola bobbing in the silver navy blue ice playing a tune some considered a background scape of freedom from empty hazard, a release from itself death...
https://scissortail.bandcamp.com/album/diminished-composition
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