Pale Saints
little hammer
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Pounding away in the back of my head
Until I've almost lost myself
And those red and black patterns
In which nothing happens, have made me sleep
A beautiful voice is a nail
Being pulled out of wood
Carry on little hammer
You were always my favorite toy
When the world's dead to me
In my soft [unverified] fortunate cushion of pins [unverified]
Is a soldier [unverified]
The unfortunate truth sneaking in
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- From The Sanctuary
- Love, Love, Love
- Half-Life
- Mrs. Dolphin
- Indie Top 20, Volume 11
- Live in the UK
- Throwing Back the Apple
- In Ribbons
- New Season: The Peel Sessions
- Rough Trade: Music for the 90’s, Volume 2
- The Comforts of Madness
- Barging Into the Presence of God
- 1980 Forward
- Indie Top 20, Volume VIII
- Like a Daydream: A Shoegazing Guide
- Red Tape
- The Brit Box
- Sci-Fi-Lo-Fi, Volume 3
- Slow Buildings