the sound i’d like to help make:
more then one girl voice singing together, singing nice harmonies in a sometimes haunting and lovely and sometimes gritty way. Singing with and against a low and rumbling man’s voice; maybe a beatboxer or maybe just a machine made beat that sounds like how a record skips.
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some voices sound out of lungs
like a fine oak barrell,
or at the edges of notes
run their hands through dry grain,
or play the sinews of the face and throat
as though with a heart-broken bow.