Children are innocent & love justice; while most of us are wicked & naturally prefer mercy.
An odd choice to stretch my limbs to, but the repetitive, moody acoustic arpeggios, so simple in construction, actually did well.
I bought this LP in 1997; the 17-year old me had no idea about the levels of loss explored here, but over the years I've dug stylus after stylus through these grooves, and rank this among the finest of 'genuine pain' records (along with Big Star's Third, for example, as opposed to records with a manufactured pain).
The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.
I made the dough and my father made this little iron/brick stand to cook pizzas over hot coals. They were excellent.