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Dear Reader,
If this letter's travelled unperturbed to reach your hands then my tentative footfalls strike the flooded lands - but if my hands punches the air, it's to break the seal of foam on this stormy world, and if I'm standing tall, it's to suck a final breath from a broken lightbulb.
That's how I'll get sustenance for my journey forth to the islands of Snowdonia, far off to the north. In a land forgot and sodden I sat waiting for the other shoe to fall - behind the setting sun, it's truth is nothing but a fireball.
What chance has filled these lungs with the clammy breath of life picked this pair from plenty more deserving, then deserted me - leaving me with bellows to fill up all the stars. But at the highest point I can bellow all I like - and maybe we can start (after the fashion of our time).
But on the ocean floor, I can hear another call, and it isn't one of mine. It isn't one of man - and it isn't one of mine.

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from We went to the bottom of the ocean, released August 11, 2010

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The Sound of The Ladies London, UK

The Sound of The Ladies are the indie-schmindie alt. folk stylings of Martin Austwick, except live where it's him plus a bunch of cool musicians. He likes Tom Waits, Elliot Smith, and some other bands and solo musicians.

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