24 mars 2014
The Handsome Family, « Far from any road »
Je n'insiste pas, vous l'avez sans doute tous déjà vu.
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From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.
She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun, And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood.
In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon, I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.
A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced. I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.
When the last light warms the rocks and the... [Lire la suite]