The Reggaee's lyrics & chords

a space of eternal-drone now sound channeled through a roomful of instruments and old tape decks. blissful whirring and buried, distant percussion, a dream of vocal clouds and scattered bells, with the nocturnal kicking of the dreamer audible in the fog. nightmare, ending in bleak tonal decay. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply....read more