UNKLE – Nursery Rhyme from Psyence Fiction (1999) /dirty trip rock/
((“Won’t you sing me a nursery rhyme to keep me quiet when you’re on fire?”
A mess of wires and tangles, slicing and trapping. Breath becomes forced, and heartbeats choked and pummelled in cold hands. Pause. The curtain of night settles and changes in hue, assuredly pushing out the stifling thickness.))
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