Look into the mirror,
Show me what’s real.
Truth appears leering
But at least I still feel.
Suck the poison out of me,
Make me feel better.
Even the most bitter fruits
Origins are sweeter.
I can see the pieces,
Underneath the skin.
That I tried so hard to hide
But now it’s all seeping in
And out in a strange display,
I’m ready for the carnival.
Have you got your ticket
For a private horror show?
Strip away the muscle
’Til I’m just skin and bone.
A brittle silhouette,
Standing here all alone.
When the cracks are in the walls,
Will you still come home?
When you see what lies beneath,
Will you still love me?
Strip away the muscle
’Til I’m just skin and bone.
Ten gorgeous compositions from Iceland’s Gísli Gunnarsson that ride the line between ambient & modern classical. Breathtaking. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 25, 2023