Nothing can be what it seems
In the starlit night of waking dreams
When the mirror breaks the image falls away
With the broken time days melt into days
The starlit eye sees everything
In the starlit night of waking dreams
supported by 4 fans who also own “The Starlit Night of Waking Dreams”
thanks Tim, beautiful album of atmospheric and numinous corridors to the past. An antidote to the flatland of modern life. My first inroad into your body of work. kieran forster
French poet Messyl offers work in the tradition of the Beat Generation over atmospheric experimental rock from Wolf City. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2023