Indie Experimental Rock
p.y..g...m....y.....
Lyrics
El Marielito
sabbath with her grandchild is a stroll beside the tide,
sweetest tune about the end he fashions as she cries
in a shoebox, on the highest shelf
carlos, with your beetle eyes, don't cry before the cross.
shadows permenant as widows, patiently as palms.
samba funeral echoes through the hall,
uncles that I never met before
