This week Emma has the hiccups and she urges you all to try looking terrible in public.
Songs about cryptic characters. Songs about dried posies. Songs of despair. Slow-burning torch songs. Songs about mortality. Songs about passionate sadness. Songs of bitterness. Songs about collapses. Songs about endings. Songs for friends. Songs on fire. Songs about rising and falling … and the wickedness of daring to dream when there is no glimpse of light!
As I write this, I’m hoping that Sunken Paths VIII will be received as the mix version polar-opposite of Baldrick’s famous 2nd WWI poem (you know, the one that “…started off badly, tailed off a bit in the middle and the less said about the end the better”). I always thought that critique was a little harsh anyway, War is a horrid thing after all. So, here it is, let’s all sing….