Pesta take the rake

Avant-garde art-rock orchestral doom-rock, intimate female baritone crooner with dragged phrases, heavy tape echo and swelling layered self-harmonies into a ghost choir; warbling tape, overloaded preamps, audible room bleed, dense orchestral overdubs, deep blurred reverb around guitars and voices while drums stay close; ponderous bass and kick in unison, clipped snare and woodblocks with displaced accents, jangling fuzz guitars scraping low bowed strings and clustered trombones, overblown saxophone punctures, drifting detuned analog oscillators; fractured asymmetric pulse at ~56 BPM, rigid rhythmic cells buckling into fluid orchestration and slow-motion collapse

[Verse 1] We rang for the dead Till the bell rope broke. She came up the track With her skirt full of burrs. A rake on her shoulder. A broom at her side. We carried the children in. She followed. [Chorus] Pesta, take the rake. Leave room between the teeth. Someone has to stay To put us underneath. Pesta, take the rake. Leave room. (Leave room) [Verse 2] She drew it through our barley. She dragged it past the byre. My brother dropped his shovel. My mother fed the fire And sat beside it, shivering. I could not warm her hands. By morning I was digging Where the barley used to stand. [Chorus] Pesta, take the rake. Leave room between the teeth. Someone has to stay To put us underneath. Pesta, take the rake. Leave room. (Leave room) [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] At the next farm She unbound the broom. I waited for a shovel To strike a stone. All day. Nothing. [Verse 3] The cattle broke their fences. The grain bent to the ground. I went from door to door And tried my brother’s name. I had begged her for the rake. I had never asked How much earth One man could turn. [Final Chorus] Pesta took the rake. Left room between the teeth. I stayed behind And put them underneath. (Underneath) Pesta took the rake. Left room. (Left room) [Outro] Room between the teeth. Between the teeth. The teeth. Pesta, take the rake.

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