It’s fucking warm in Brooklyn. This sultry œolian remix from Keep Shelly in Athens is making me feel like I’m idlin’ under a big white moon in Mykonos playing, like, a thousand obelisks with cigarette-boat-sized fingers as if the monuments were the strings of a harp anchored to the center of the Earth. Being pursued by a languorous troupe of sirens with deep, blue breasts and ashen hair that melts into the moonlit sea. Suffice it to say, I like this fucking remix. Yes, it meanders far from the original, but it returns like Aphrodite to Paris after bathing in the springs of Mount Ida. O, ye internet! come down from your Olympus-of-the-mind and join us on the azure isle of enchantment.
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