clap your hands and say yeah! or just let the cool goddess rust away...

clap your hands say yeah

"is this love?"
"in this home on ice"
"let the cool goddess rust away"
"the skin of my yellow country teeth"

each time i`ve been hearing arcade fire`s `funeral` golden pearl "rebellion lies" i agonized what song has to follow fittingly afterwards to catch this kind of unforgetable touching beveled spirit. the more i think about it the more a come to the conclusion that one consitently way of change over could work congenial. especially to keep on holding the level of a latent kittenish crankiness driven in its own bluntly soundscapes.

there is talk of an impulsive distinctive anno 2005 debuting indiepop once again from new york`s creative smithy brooklyn in connection with philadelphia around mastermind alec ounsworth. this might fix it together like two brothers in mind. clap your hands and say yeah or just "let the cool goddess rust away"!

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