Now this is what I call cool.
Credit where credit is due.
The songs from trees, a measure of time, calculated into sound, from an old technique of scratching needles against spinning plates. A simple rhythmic poem, made from life forms much older then us. Time sped up to match our own fluttery existence. Simply, songs from times gone by.
Credit where credit is due.
The songs from trees, a measure of time, calculated into sound, from an old technique of scratching needles against spinning plates. A simple rhythmic poem, made from life forms much older then us. Time sped up to match our own fluttery existence. Simply, songs from times gone by.
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