Oh, fathers! Don​’​t you see them shaping pretty giantess with the fear and lust that we all clamour​.​.​.

from Amid all this mess, a weak splendour! by SALVING THY AMISS

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“We are here to celebrate the most beautiful love that I ever met …”
(Slash, slash!!)
Oh God, they stabbed the priest in the face and offered us a weird show: diamonds and gold copulating in a churchman’s mouth. None of us can honestly describe how they turned the young man into a ghost widow. Sorry officer, because of the shinning lungs you will only get stories. Forget about the truth and don’t show any compassion for the lady. The wedding was a masquerade, she felt like a black man dancing in a Klan ceremony. Too many sheets can tell about her wild moves. We are a small town, Sir.
Dig a hole for the lovers; bring a halter for the holy thief, and listen to me you bunch of retarded farmers: this place is floating above saints.

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from Amid all this mess, a weak splendour!, track released December 24, 2010

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Open-minded extreme rock'n'roll band from Paris (France) since 2004.

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