Bechstein

from by Fever Hut

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BECHSTEIN.

Now you've gone
There's a hole in my house
Now you've gone
There's a silence

Crash the piano lid
In a small airless room
And play a dirge
A bitter tune

One more time
Without feeling
One more time
And we'll go drowning
And play the songs that made us cry
Play the Bechstein

Now you've gone
There's a hole in my house
Now you've gone
There's a silence

One more time
Without feeling
One more time
Play the Bechstein.

And you'll forget the feel of him
The smell of him. The life of him.
The photos will replace him.
The lies of frozen time.

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from Segovia, released January 17, 2013
Produced by Fever Hut
Mixed and mastered by Carl Rosamond
Copyright Control 2013 © Vegetable Records 2013
Made in England

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