Ceilings tell stories, thin walls tell you more. The old man upstairs just took off all his clothes. There’s a face in the window, a car on the road, the man with the face just knocked on a door. "Excuse me, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I’ll only be awhile." "Wait for me, my clothes aren’t quite dry." What did she do then? "Of course, please come in." And me alone. Sleep soon, close both my eyes. Warm in the red glow of digital time… somebody knocked, somebody’s out in the hall. Phone conversation words sift through my wall.
Swirling goth-rock from the big voice behind '90s outfit Sunshine Blind, featuring a who's-who of dark underground denizens. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2020