Your body, lying underneath the window’s shades. Seventh avenue. Houses without legible numbers on them, elm trees in the breeze.
Rainfall only at nighttime. Crisp apple-colored lights to illuminate the backyard. That we don’t use, because the kitchen light is just fine when you’re drinking wine.
Getting back into atmospheric black metal and depressive black metal. Forgot how nice the sounds were, the lyrics and the beats. Footprints on the planet.
Found out the Neighbourhood can be classified as “alternative r&b” but I didn’t like anything that they said were similar sounds. Some bands just make their own groove in the world that’s untouched and unable to be copied.
Their own groove in the world, into the atmospheric core.
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