I look behind me I see an army of angels I can’t understand their words so I close my eyes they turn my head to face the sun photo / Eva Emurlaeva via pinterest
erase it all until it disappears and draw it again until it makes sense photos / booooooom.com and Holly Klein via Pinterest, respectively
I’m looking for plants grown for poison i hold my breath just looking at the water I’m biting my tongue in a silent room
give the lady what she wants
I love to kiss the pictures in your skin
Although I feel like a bird with a broken wing, Each day I think of you I fumble an attempt to fly to impress you with The color of my paper wings
I am hungry for myself
The rest is you and your morphine.
Yes, you could frighten a god.
Droning post-punk covers of Soviet and post-Soviet pop performed by a group of guys from Ufa, is the latest obsession over at Metropol in the realm of Russian music. It’s not often that groups who share their music via VK*, have such a distinct and mature sound. With the leader of the group, who hides behindContinue reading “Chernikovskaya Hata: Boyarsky* a la Noir”