Abla Eedio Unreleased Exclusive Mix by Plaid Lyrics
[Sample: Ian McShane]
“Rhythm is both the song’s manacle and its demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. ‘What do you still want from me?’ says the singer. ‘What do you think you can still draw from my lips?’ Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer’s blood is incensed at the depth of sound.”
“Rhythm is both the song’s manacle and its demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. ‘What do you still want from me?’ says the singer. ‘What do you think you can still draw from my lips?’ Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer’s blood is incensed at the depth of sound.”