Thievery | Corporation Ft. Shana Halligan - Depth Of My Soul

The needle drops, and the world dissolves into a thick, velvet haze.

The setting is the , a subterranean lounge in a city that feels like 1960s Paris but exists in a pocket of timelessness. The air is heavy with the scent of clove cigarettes and expensive gin. Thievery Corporation Ft. Shana Halligan - Depth Of My Soul

Across the room, a man who isn’t really there—a phantom of a lost summer in Tangier—appears in the reflection of a tarnished mirror. He doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. The trip-hop beat is the steady pulse of her heart, and the sweeping strings are the gravity pulling her back into the "depth of her soul." The needle drops, and the world dissolves into