“When the tide rolls in, when the trapdoor starts to swing. When the swans have sung, I’ll be myself again.”
When the tide rolls in, when the trapdoor starts to swing. When the swans have sung, I’ll be myself again.
You lied about everything. You sneaky little thing... 2
Discovered Baroness thanks to their coach crash (hope they're ok). Love this, Mastodon meets Blondie.
Digging this Prog Rock album tonight.