Saturday, October 24, 2009


Finn Andrews is pretty hip. The only thing cooler then the way he dresses is the sound of his voice. And the only thing that beat them both are his insane and sometimes uncomprehending lyrics. His lyrics dig so deep in to and emotional volatile subconscious. He brings love, hope,sadness, pain and tragedy, through his lyrics like I have heard very few do.
"Death cold pecked bare
Red collar bled white
No black heart there
No bark and no bite

Just this Scarecrow
Caught in my mind
Not made for these time"

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