Pretty Things Follow
Parachute lyrics
White ice towers, slow dissolving
Now fall.
Below savage moon
Iron cities soon to rust.
Warned first by the gathering shadows
They fled.
From wide vapour deserts
They turned turned towards the sea.
Pale worn the walking, pass
Through concrete glades.
Torn shadows, slashed silence, AHHH.
Part of these releases
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- Track 34 on Psychedelic Years
- 33 What's the Use
- 35 Loneliest Person
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- Track 13 on Parachute
- 12 What's the Use
- 14 Blue Serge Blues
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- Track 13 on Parachute: 40th Annivesary Edition
- 12 What's the Use
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