Kim Jung Mi - Now1973; Korea; Psychedelic Folk; Godly female vocalist
http://www.mediafire.com/?gzd3m0mzdwm
I wasn't someone with a lot of friends growing up. It was never any specific hatred or animosity toward others that kept me at bay. My leash was a content state of mind. I had more fun sitting under trees and rolling down grass hills than I did keeping up with people. To this day my words are stifled by my own thought process. Speaking coherently is hard for me, as I am very much trapped inside my own head. I'm sort of bubbly; in the sense that I'm drowning at the bottom of the ocean and the only proof of my existence is my breath's oxygen rustling the tide. The most beautiful days of the year are an amalgamation of the elements. Only after rainfall can the trees bear sunshine so beautifully; When pavement is so drenched that it captures the sky with its reflection. This beauty engulfs us in ways our eyes fail to read. The pungent scent of wet oak fills me with happiness. I like knowing trees are nourished. : ] They're a testament of survival over intellect. They will never need us and we will always need them. They have no quarrels because they put every ounce of strength into living, whether it's to bask in sunlight or survive in snow. Not that I'm opposed to cutting them down for practical use, but I do become exceedingly irate when their presence is completely replaced with buildings. Maybe it's a yearning to forever live in my childhood? Pleasant little community with flowers in every yard, and trees as high as the homes. An illusion of peace and isolation created by hills that hid the neighbors. My hippy-dippy parents listening to their hippy-dippy music. A family who could give you twice as much love for every penny they couldn't spend.
Well, the album finished before I could say much at all. One mindset, one sound, one try. That's how I'd like to post these. ^_^
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