If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening, ready to learn.
The syrupy sound of the organ pours over you quickly clashing with the intentionally fuzzy, raw guitar riff. The vocals follow the beat, just barely, struggling to keep up. The singer curses (almost, it would seem, out of frustration) though he never falls behind or loses his breath. He maintains a delicate swagger without breaking a sweat.
In the following song his vocals replicate the thrum of the bass line almost like a lullaby. As the song is fading out the guitar squeals a soft goodbye that leaves you wanting more.
I thought about leaving no hint as to what two songs these could be but the lyric will lead to where you need to go.
I like the idea of writing something artistic about art.