post-rock seviyorsanız ve biraz da adı sanı duyulmamış ama yine de muazzam müzikler yapan bir şeyler istiyorsanız, her name is calla ya illa ki kulak vermelisiniz derim.
" i was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king;
listening to the songs that you’d sing
home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes;
we were blind from birth, until that night
love grows old and we die younger each time
heaven loves a martyr
and how am i supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud?"
lost soul
efemerid