More songs by David Kushner
Description
The sticky, bitter haze of alcohol smears the night into a crooked mirror. It seems like there is fun all around, but inside sits that very shadow - brazen, ever-present and all too familiar. Words spoken aloud sound false, but silence screams the truth at the top of its lungs. And all that remains is to curl up in the back seat, in the posture of a beaten mongrel, and catch the gaze that simultaneously judges, pities, and perhaps still loves.
Vocals, composer, author: David Kushner
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Producer: TMS
Composer, author: David Kushner
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