A sweet and tender trip into a folk kind of nostalgia. Last FM has her down as a mix of Leonard Cohen and Vashti Bunyan. Easy shapes. I'm deep into her. Don't marry him. Don't carry him into paradise. Melt into the heat of the passion. Don't turn away from me. Send me away from me. Was listening to James Blake and RZA again as I wrote this.
I felt pretty blue yeterday morning (Monday) - so I played this album and it really calmed my chambers, as I worked out some semi-structure to the week. I managed to bang on the blackboard in my kitchen to buy some tea, pesto, sandwich filling, milk and vegetables - and that was achieved, plus a can of tuna I recall - a cheap legendary shop.
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