There is blood, sweat, tribal fascination and the purest smile in the music. There are blows in the beat, the bones are hard, the skin is smooth, the body is regarded as the primitive drum, the eyes and toes are regarded as the natural order. There is peace in the noise, and roar in the silence, it moves like a rabbit and is as quiet as a virgin.
loopy w/ BUTTERFLY
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