Summer Lungs is the bones of what you’ve been eating. Summer Lungs is the soundtrack to newly-haunted houses. Summer Lungs is the music playing at the last prom before extinction. Summer Lungs is the song you start to hum when you see a pretty girl and get angry. Summer Lungs is Phil Spector’s prison album. Summer Lungs uses DAWs like wheel chairs. Whistle your discontentment. Candy-Coat your Misanthropy. Clearly Canadian is coming back again. Surge is coming back again. The stars are going out.
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In addition to music, we also make photo, and there is link to photo.