Somewhere near the desolate Mexico/ Texas border, longing and lonely, this guitar is yearning for some almost forgotten memory. Not even the empathy and unison of a distant trumpet can lessen his pain.
The title of this track says it all with its slow moving textures and creepy overtones. Its haunting and ominous presence fits well in anything related to the macabre.
In this dark and exotic piece, instruments barely move, as if they are each plodding through some dry desert without hope of salvation. Misery is the only friend in this place.
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