"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
Woods by paumatias
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I really don't know where to start here. I have been listening to your music for over three years and it never gets old to my ears, that every single time I play one of your songs (your own and of course with the band), I always understand the purpose of everything that's been happening to me, coincidentally, frantically.
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Because your music has been a jigsaw, everyday I fit the pieces of the words in your songs rewind by rewind, and beautifully, they fall into place just so well. And I get it now.
I'm begging, not just asking, for you to come here in Manila.
Even for just that one day, I hope you'd get mad and sing Skinny Love in front of my face, shouting, emphasizing the chorus in my soul as if your guts cannot take any more of my pathetic begging, than I'd wake up the next day and think that it's very much worth it.