Trackimage | Playbut | Trackname | Playbut | Trackname |
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39189850 | Play | Questionmarks | 00:00 Tools | |
39189851 | Play | There are still ghosts | 00:00 Tools | |
39189852 | Play | little alcohol nightmares | 00:00 Tools | |
39189853 | Play | Paranoid | 00:00 Tools | |
39189854 | Play | Stage-diving | 00:00 Tools | |
39189855 | Play | if he was a mirror | 00:00 Tools | |
39189856 | Play | warning sign | 00:00 Tools | |
39189857 | Play | there are ghosts | 00:00 Tools | |
39189858 | Play | black ice | 00:00 Tools | |
39189859 | Play | soulless | 00:00 Tools | |
39189860 | Play | You're different | 00:00 Tools | |
39189861 | Play | Error | 00:00 Tools | |
39189862 | Play | x | 00:00 Tools | |
39189863 | Play | Home | 00:00 Tools | |
39189864 | Play | Umbrellas & raindrops | 00:00 Tools | |
39189865 | Play | umbrellas and raindrops | 00:00 Tools | |
39189866 | Play | My Companion | 00:00 Tools | |
39189867 | Play | colour-blind | 00:00 Tools | |
39189868 | Play | My head on this pillow | 00:00 Tools | |
39189869 | Play | Liberation (to the Bones) | 00:00 Tools | |
39189870 | Play | Getting to Grips | 00:00 Tools | |
39189871 | Play | Doors | 00:00 Tools | |
39189872 | Play | Waiting-Loop Action | 00:00 Tools | |
39189873 | Play | Secret | 00:00 Tools | |
39189874 | Play | Plumes. Bones | 00:00 Tools | |
39189876 | Play | The Facts We Tried to Hide | 00:00 Tools | |
39189875 | Play | Hurdle | 00:00 Tools | |
39189877 | Play | Doing It as One | 00:00 Tools | |
39189878 | Play | Display Dummy | 00:00 Tools | |
39189879 | Play | Some Regrets to Worry About | 00:00 Tools | |
39189881 | Play | (senoB eht ot) noitarebiL | 00:00 Tools | |
39189880 | Play | you´re different | 00:00 Tools |
what is the sound of tragedies starting to happen? lisa freieck is wrapping her answer in fancy little songs that don't need many words to explain how intangible, freakish or sobering life can be. but no suggestion of affected self-pity - her songs come from the buttom of her soul and if once self-pity is found then only authentic one. guided by a gentle and inconspicuous voice which mostly is backed by subtle guitar playing, sometimes interrupted by glockenspiel, meldodica, accordion or other spooky little interludes, she conjures honest, conclusive compositions between a blue smile and calculated irony. listening to her doleful stories one can confidently dispense with the rest of the world for some short time or, in case of getting their point, maybe for a little while longer. www.lisafreieck.com Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.