The old houses with the porch we sat in middle land, not moving, everything half almost not to sea flat square. The wave and the moments between being in love again in fresh wind stuck to ghost that is heavy air. I opened a window where the stream currents on million wavelength of hearts talking long before the lips move, that said the sage, purple wisdom.
On “Evolution,” múm’s Gyða Valtýsdóttir writes tiny, starlit songs, her delicate vocals wreathed by hushed instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2018
Wonderful witchcraft and pure piano pleasure with vivid voice ventures! I adore this whole masterpiece. Thank you Lady Hania. It is a pleasure Ms. Rani. Wandowaiato