Are there any Cantonese speakers on the plane?
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Are there any Cantonese speakers on the plane?
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The Glass Scientists but it's redraws of album covers with distinct aesthetics
Edward Hyde: 'Opheliac' - Emilie Autumn (we do not stan her in this household or any)
Rachel and Jasper: 'Wirewalkers and Assassins' - Curtis Eller's American Circus
Robert Lanyon: 'The Elephant's Baby' - Clare Fader
Henry Jekyll: 'Ooky Spooky' - Aurelio Voltaire
(Ginger’s Song of the Day: October 26th, 2019)
“Charlotte wept for some fine pig, they say Forgive me if I never did the same The barnyard life was bleak No story book mystique No animal charm is leadin' me astray.”
This song turned out really cool! This is “Only The Neighbors Know” by Clare Fader as I see it because of synesthesia, a condition which causes me to see music visually when I hear it!
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I've been listening to Clare Fader again....
(Ginger’s Song of the Day: October 24th, 2019)
“She hums a tune that haunts her head And wonders why she left her bed Tomorrow's just a day to dread As pipe dreams fade away
As she lights another cigarette I wonder is she ready yet? To cash in on a life long debt And kiss this world goodbye?”
(Ginger’s Song of the Day: January 7th, 2019)
Honestly one of my very favorite Clare Fader songs. I wish someone on the internet would post a transliteration of the German bits in this song so I could learn to phonetically pronounce them the same way I did with “Apres Moi” by Regina Spektor! This song is honestly too much fun.
“My whole life's been a torrid affair 'Cause I've had too many bottles of gin Marriage and babies were never for me But neither is living in sin
The gin, the gin Don't blame the gin Blame the man who sleeps in my bed.”