I remember walking, one side of town to the other
Alone one night in January… or February
It’s like in an old movie from some other land
It lasted for hours
And the grating of gravel in pedestrian subways
(Porn Piece Or the Scars of Cold Kisses by Ulver)
It’s amazing how these guys manage to put me in the mood of this album each and every time I listen to it. Oh, that voice!
photo by Michael Pawlowski