Rehobothi Orphanage Chorus: Sadness is a Blessing - Lykke Li
And once again we are left damaged, used, longing on to what was, hoping for what will be. Yes the time has come once again where the beer sodden, chemically eroded UK festival curtain has thus been drawn up us with the ending of Bestival. I write these words bitterly, in light of Red Light Fever's European absence due to our African residency, regretfully resulting in missing this years festivities. Nonetheless Red Light Fever's shall pent its frustrations and the frustrations of all hopeless festival goers through the Wounded Rhymes of the Rehobothi Orphanage Chorus, of course carrying on our mutual appreciation of Lykke Li. For together we unite in our silent cries.
And once again we are left damaged, used, longing on to what was, hoping for what will be. Yes the time has come once again where the beer sodden, chemically eroded UK festival curtain has thus been drawn up us with the ending of Bestival. I write these words bitterly, in light of Red Light Fever's European absence due to our African residency, regretfully resulting in missing this years festivities. Nonetheless Red Light Fever's shall pent its frustrations and the frustrations of all hopeless festival goers through the Wounded Rhymes of the Rehobothi Orphanage Chorus, of course carrying on our mutual appreciation of Lykke Li. For together we unite in our silent cries.