This post if I were "Said the Gramaphone":
M Ward's music flows through your heart like a river of mercury. It poisons your veins with it's melody and lodges its death into your head. It's a death that seems so very worth it. If this is how beautiful death is, one must wonder why they lived for so long. The vocals intertwine upon each other like newborn birds awaiting food from their mother, climbing over each other and trying to reach the top of the pile. The guitar plinks along with the song, never exactly conforming to it, yet never pulling too far away, like if the Tiananmen Square fiasco had merely been a shouting match, as opposed to a massacre. The song shows that beauty can exist in the world, even if one wishes to escape from it.
This is what happens when you read all the posts on the front page of Said the Gramaphone.
Translation: This song= awesome.

M Ward - Helicopter
1 comment:
not bad! :)
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