the μ-zik underneath the arches
burial’s tunes are a chilly, drizzly run. the last train from victoria to brixton br. standing alone on the platform at clapham high street station. dreaming underneath derelict arches. the very evening we headed down to denmark hill, all the way along coldharbour lane. your voice pinched down, tales untold. a warm ‘morning to you’ the day after.
burial’s tunes are hope, solace and lust.south of the river.