Sobre esse tecido, a voz de Elizabeth Fraser surge não como condutora narrativa, mas como um instrumento adicional, flexível, líquido, carregado de intenções afetivas ainda que livre de significado denotativo. Fraser utiliza uma técnica glossolalia (sons que se assemelham à fala, mas sem uma linguagem reconhecível) — ou aparentes fragmentos fonéticos — desloca a atenção do conteúdo para a textura vocal, permitindo que o ouvinte projete emoções próprias nessa superfície sonora.
Apesar de sua estrutura simples, a música mantém um pulso interno que a impede de se dissolver completamente; há uma tensão entre o estático e o orgânico, o cristal e o vapor.
“Pandora” manifesta, assim, a poética característica do grupo: a recusa da literalidade, a busca pela transcendência sensorial e a construção de um espaço onde sentimento, memória e imaginação se fundem. É uma faixa que não explica, mas envolve; que não narra, mas convoca — e talvez seja exatamente aí que reside o seu poder duradouro.
Pandora (For Cindy)
(I'm in love with hers) our room, a hot and big and kick and burn our group attack our tacky home
(I'm in the lights with him) I feel I'm cheating when I sing shudder and can I and mourn and 'tis an arm for us
(I'm at home in the lance) I feel I've been (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
(Falling over hers) feed me you've pretended if I were you to fall for her for little Ferdinand fast kettle
(Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house) for good for better Fred is dead will flee ill feef aloof from waft a coffee effort
(I'm at home in lance) falled on yanks (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
Forty feet, forty franks
Fish fate, fiss fate, clean fish
Formidiable, formidiable, formidiable
Formidiable, formidiable, formidiable
Forty feet, forty franks
Fish fate, fiss fate, clean fish
Formidiable, formidiable, formidiable
Formidiable, formidiable, formidiable
(I'm in love with hers) our room, a hot and big and kick and burn our group attack our tacky home
(I'm in the lights with him) I feel I'm cheating when I sing shudder and can I and mourn and 'tis an arm for us
(I'm at home in the lance) I feel I've been (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
(Falling over hers) feed me you've pretended if I were you to fall for her for little Ferdinand fast kettle
(Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house) for good for better Fred is dead will flee ill feef aloof from waft a coffee effort
(I'm at home in lance) falled on yanks (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
(I'm in love with hers) our room, a hot and big and kick and burn our group attack our tacky home
(I'm in the lights with him) I feel I'm cheating when I sing shudder and can I and mourn and 'tis an arm for us
(I'm at home in the lance) I feel I've been (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
(Falling over hers) feed me you've pretended if I were you to fall for her for little Ferdinand fast kettle
(Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house) for good for better Fred is dead will flee ill feef aloof from waft a coffee effort
(I'm at home in lance) falled on yanks (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
Forty feet, forty franks
Fish fate, fiss fate, clean fish
Formidiable, formidiable, formidiable
Formidiable, formidiable, formidiable
Free emparted
Free emparted
Free emparted, free emparted, free emparted, free emparted, free emparted, free emparted
(I'm in love with hers) our room, a hot and big and kick and burn our group attack our tacky home
(I'm in the lights with him) I feel I'm cheating when I sing shudder and can I and mourn and 'tis an arm for us
(I'm at home in the lance) I feel I've been (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
(Falling over hers) feed me you've pretended if I were you to fall for her for little Ferdinand fast kettle
(Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house) for good for better Fred is dead will flee ill feef aloof from waft a coffee effort
(I'm at home in lance) falled on yanks (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
(I'm in love with hers) our room, a hot and big and kick and burn our group attack our tacky home
(I'm in the lights with him) I feel I'm cheating when I sing shudder and can I and mourn and 'tis an arm for us
(I'm at home in the lance) I feel I've been (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
(Falling over hers) feed me you've pretended if I were you to fall for her for little Ferdinand fast kettle
(Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house) for good for better Fred is dead will flee ill feef aloof from waft a coffee effort
(I'm at home in lance) falled on yanks (Ferdinand and was sad a lot in her house)
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