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I stayed chatting up for a while
And my beer was left in the sun
City lights are so far away
They shine more than our dreams
I bay at the dark side of the Moon
And the werewolves make a campfire, my friend

Each man kills the thing he loves

I need an invigorating sensation
For my wounded bloody heart
Big town girls are plump and rosy
Their legs are longer than the night

Each man kills the thing he loves

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from Blood Was Running From Their Ears., released September 25, 2014

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Feu Robertson Rheims, France

Musique bancale, mélancolique, abrasive… de l’antifolk aux crépitements sourds, du post-rock sauvage, des valses enchantées, du Krautrock décadent…
Des rêves d'abandon narcotiques, un dédale de dissonances, des brouillards qui s’infiltrent partout ?
Proche de the Doors, the Velvet underground, the Brian Jonstown Massacre, Movietone, Pavement, Smog, Leonard Cohen, Palace
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