Backworld - Love and Its Disintegration

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All through the night
Beneath the passions flow
Into the glow beyond desire
Ambitions fail
Victims turned away
True angels fall
And love dissolves

Pray, I pray for the generation
Torn between love and its disintegration

In dimmer past
A secret history
This will be the last
Great mystery
Conditions change
Hearts are disarranged
Turned upisde down
And love breaks down

Pray, I pray for the generation
Torn between love and its disintegration
Pray, I pray for the generation
Torn between love and its disintegration
Pray, I pray for the generation
Torn between love and its disintegration
 
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Backworld grew out of the World Serpent apocalyptic folk scene in London, combining traditional English folk, experimental and minimalist classical with fin de siècle mysticism.
Founder Joseph Budenholzer’s collaborators include Antony Hegarty (Anohni), Little Annie, Lydia Lunch, Isobel Campbell, Jarboe, David Tibet, Michael Cashmore, Drew McDowall, Maya Hardinge, and Ridge Theater.