come with me to the mountains where our hands can touch the sky / come with me to the green hills where the wild birds fly / come with me, oh come with me to where our hands can touch the sky / come with me, oh come with me to where our hands can touch the sky / let us climb on the hilltops where the babybirds learn to fly / we will learn it with them and spread our wings up against the sky / we'll fly away, we'll fly away like the birds do, like the birds do / fly away, we'll fly away like the birds do, like the birds do / we will rise to high mountains and sleep in the snow / we will rest our heads and dream and forget the cold / and then we will wake with frozen wings unable to fly / we'll have to wait until our last flight that won't take us to the sky / 'cause then we will rise, oh then we will rise to a heaven so high / then we will rise, oh then we will rise to a heaven so high
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Die Schönheit einer Winterwanderung um den See an einem verschneiten Tag in meiner Kindheit ist plötzlich wieder spürbar. Danke für die Zeitreise! Planet Graveyard
Strange but also strangely warm electronic music from slugabed mixes detailed sound design with some really weird sounds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 21, 2021
Charming German indie pop with the keen melodic sensibilities and melancholic undercurrent of some of the style's best practitioners. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2021
This is the first album I found that really spoke to me as a young fem.
From the simplicity, the bass drum, specifically in landfill is so steady and soothing. I love landfill because it perfectly portrays trauma bonds, sexual or romantic relationships rooted in power imbalance. Being led on, unrequited love, constantly being clueless if someone is a real friend, or a lover. Are they yours or are they ruthlessly rogue. Untameable. Love and hate are such similar feelings, and they often mingle. clementinehatepageichangedmymind