Tuesday, June 26, 2012

When I find her we have to swim through the city. The city is dust. We see the world outside the bubble by Cherly KaCherly

When I find her we have to swim through the city. The city is dust. We see the world outside the bubble. Horns and repetition dominate, and the result is powerful.

Free (as in freedom) formats are better. Choose vorbis

http://archive.org/download/birdsong028/13_Cherly_KaCherly-Drop.mp3
http://archive.org/download/birdsong028/13_Cherly_KaCherly-Drop.ogg

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