Tennis - Origins
There are few songs that encapsulate the love we feel for a season and there are even fewer bands that can do that on a grander scale. Tennis does that for summer. Here is all the glory of the sun.
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Until the inevitable end of all things comes and entropy reigns supreme, we can still enjoy pretty things and cool stuff. And cats. Always cats.
-the loser-
"Meagre, leafless poplars, a raven flying although missing a quarter of his wing, which means rain."
—Of Walking In Ice, Werner Herzog
Entropy sounds like this.