Biografía:
Originalmente comenzó como un proyecto de grabación dormitorio del ex-bajista de "Love As Laughter" Sean Ragon, Cult of Youth es una banda de neo-folk con sede en Brooklyn. Con un sonido oscuro y pastoral, la banda trae a la mente una versión más oscura de los Pogues, la fusión de guitarras acústicas efervescentes y el ruido sordo de los ritmos tradicionales, del rugido barítono de Ragon añadiendo un giro ominoso al sonido. El proyecto hizo su debut como un esfuerzo en su mayoría en solitario en 2008 con "A Stick to Bind
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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she had found the notion queer in fact
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and left it by the bed
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she had barely found a place to rest her head
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we are not weary
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we are not welcome any more
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and if the dawn should never break
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and was feeding off their anger to a frenzy
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as they vainly licked their chops
oh so stubborn as an ox
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She had grown to see the light
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In the vanity of night
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There was nothing but a handshake left to bind
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she had blown it past the cobwebs of her mind
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we are not weary
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we are not welcome any more
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and if the dawn should never break
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she found that she could never be
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so full of grief
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Curate Music
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