Singing to Richard Dawson

Richard Dawson wants you to sing along to his rotting folksong.

Although there are moments where you should be quiet. Moments you should listen to what he is telling you.

“Only a memory of /Kisses spilled upon my chin”

But do join in with those moments of ecstasy. Even if you are sure someone can hear you. Sing til you destroy your gut.

“I am tired, I am afraid / My heart is full of dread”

In ‘Peasant’ I have found my yelling music. The “I don’t care what I sound like” music. Catharsis music.

Once you find music like this hold onto it, and in times where you find yourself alone … sing.

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