I had received a text disdaining connection
Archaic hearing bucolic angel chorus
I sat behind him a tumor scarce and rigid
Though unfamiliar I sent a finish with it
You broke out codger coins
A very strange and present poem
You broke out codger coins
Hold me back and make it monstrous
Grow into a third hold
Dark and uncanny reflection
You broke out codger coins
You were fixed demonic tensions
Take your clothes off disappoint me
An unthematic but compelling immortal
Breathed-out such moments a sovereign shrine composed of
Conditions condense exquisiteness virtuous
Sitting in darkness a face like burst grape joyful
Folk, electronics, Brazilian, and European sounds blend on Thomas Pappon's latest. Sounds like Air doing Tropicália. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 23, 2014