Peter stays intact
With other person’s touch
Pain, decease and the whole repulse
Pass him by
Peter acts through mind
Where to push, he knows by heart
To soothe entire soul
Or stir it up
Signs of waving sounds
Pave the one-way path from Peter’s
House of twelve airbricks
Crystal and almost perfect
Peter learns to live
Between sharps and flats and notes
If anything is faked
There’s a natural
Signs of waving sounds
Pave the one-way path to Peter’s
House of twelve airbricks
Crystal and almost perfect
Should I get violined to meet you at your place?
Would you invite me with grace?
Should I be sung to death and told to breathe again
With the reverbed atmosphere
Should I become a black spot on a page being read?
What if I was sucked into a wrong fret?
Should I do anything except a thing like…?
Swansea Skag cuts a defiant path through indie, writing songs that embrace lo-fi balladry as effortlessly as they do wild experimentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2023