Molars
23Aug/17

dying deadly forever

Beautiful song, slow and graceful. Driven by a striking voice. Old-fashioned tunecraft, in some ways. This song is a vehicle for melody-delivery. The lyrics are present, but mostly just kind of hang in the air of the song, buoyed up by that voice. This song could have lived in another age. In the depths of the folk-fest. At the sock-hop. In the big band. In an aria. In the open square of the village, somewhere.

[Malena Zavala]

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