Murals's lyrics & chords

From Louisville, Kentucky. With sizzling bass that digs like a rusty spoon against a prison cell wall, dueling guitars, which shimmer like dragonflies skating over the community pool, honey-salted voicings, plucked from the highest branch of a tree in the last moment before a fall to the ground and a broken arm, and drums that pound faster and harder than a flock of kids chasing an ice cream truck, Murals’ sound is distinct, tantalizing, and tasteful. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA L...read more