Thursday, November 29, 2018

"Snapped together in your landscape
We are heat stains
Magnetized by the night-light-
-as a feather
I would suffer for your landscape
In the moon haze
All that's left are our bloodlines"

-Landscapes, by Talos

I looked up the song on Genius.com to see what others say about the lyrics. There are currently zero interpretations. Or annotations. Maybe it's not popular enough, or maybe it's one of those songs that feels complete, conclusive, factual in its poetry.

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