I think it was ”The Dirty Three” that said it best, in an evocative, purely instrumental composition on their Self titled album in 1995. Everything’s fucked. I would say that the whole album deserves your attention especially on a rainy Sunday. There are no lyrics, but the album…
The sad tale of a lonely lad, trying to find love in all the wrong places.
Lamentations on the long goodbye.
AKA The death and resurrection of dapper Charlie Charles.
Offensive to the sensitive.
a stream of un/consciousness... wake up!!
A few stinkers.
taking time out...
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A gust of Dust