The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Throwing Muses Finished
With a loud noise Everything breaks, Everything falls Rips open, leaves a hole Follow the black moon in Follow the flashing gates Alone at last.... Bury it inside, bury it Bury it inside, bury it... Come home... His wife died, saw her face Revealed, refused, Coming home Kept it outside, Laughed it goodbye He wants tears, he cries Turning it out blind Leaving home Goodbye He ? Cannot say goodbye Finished Hope this dog dont spin me around again Your face in paragraphs, Caught in a game of hope A year, found another year A year, found another year when we sit at a table There's fire between the guests When your hands dont touch There's sand in your place And fire under your nail Nobody knew, so nobody cared Nobody knows...
