Sparklehorse – Return to Me
I walked, and ghosts awoke me.
So very high a bridge beneath
my feet.
A man who jumped before
paused.
A girl engraving light
on slides behind glass.
They see the same sight.
They hear a similar score.
But different tones of thunder and brass.
A moment before.
Equivocal and opposite,
God’s Grandeur and the loss of it.
Open mechanical and golden gates.
First opened for the descent
four days late.
image: Curtis Gregory Perry
M83 – Facing That
Light letting fog pale blue and lavender hues reach my eyes and I comprehend with cones. A world too beautiful. I see plains before the time of names, before signs and invisible lines I went and vanquished.
On the tip of the sky, I know what I’ve got.
I left coffee rings on everything.
Where did these elbows grow?
–
image: Giant Ginko
Flying Lotus [feat. Laura Darlington] – Auntie’s Lock/Infinitum
Sometimes you can’t wade through,
and thoughts they carry you away.
Drop.
–
And you’re falling with the rain,
Impact back in bed again.
Awake.
Pause Pause
Grow Grow
Orange Orange
Stop Stop
–
And you’re back underneath.
Sometimes we ride the tide,
and sometimes we hide in the deep.
tied by vine sheets.
Heavy foghorn hair
skulking in the ocean green.
Perilous eyes seem tongue-
tied toes turning in trailing kelp.
Help knew no beginning.
–
Too long I’ve been sinking,
sinning in my dreams,
stinking up the seams of my sheets.
image: jspad
Okkervil River – A Girl in Port [Demo]
We’re making that rich soil.
We’re confiding in all the wrong people.
We’ve got fish a’ plenty.
But bread and wine’s a different story.
–
The water’s creeping up in my chest.
Spills in my arms. Shaky.
But flood plains keep the water tame.
Disperse, absorb, reclaim.
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Blip – Sounds of Faces
Nights that call to me, and the mists that wrap their shoulders, and the lights that are their eyes. I’ve been waiting. And even though I ignored your brothers, I will pencil you in. Spontaneity was never a strong suit, but not a weak side I’ll forget. I remember. My head craned to the sky and I left the others behind. The stars, a second, a year. Not a minute I’ve been here, and only a minute to go. Will I dance around die? Or have something to show? Would I care if no one knew my name?
I see lemongrass groves.
I see hooves of snow.
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Her Father and Her – Adam Green
I shook the spectacle,
and it took me by the hair and sat me down.
Calm him down.
Calm down that man in his head.
The days of rain and plastic leaves.
The time i stuck that stuff on sleeves.
imissit imissit imissit
The dust and stone stairs, bay views and warehouse ruins.
Now I’m all caught up in the spectacle.
It’s respectable.
It’s applaudable.
In the crowd,
the crash,
we’re inaudible.
Seed pushed up, and slowly grown in
foreign storms, the winds of Mars, from a fallen oak
on the highest peak of Carroke Point. Altitudes
a different sort. I scaled the eastern face,
felt the breath of death and toppled on the
small plateau. The Peak.
A puff of whipped cream at my feet. The cloud.
The clean. The seed. A different breed.
A closer look reveals shadow pupped corrugated
leaves. Interesting. What could it mean? The
wind recedes. I walked around and surveyed the
scene. Serene. The sediment at my feet,
rusted iron filings, chipped granite and peat. Definitely
unique. How did I…
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George Winston – Bird of Prey
I admit sometimes I don’t say enough.
Sometimes I’m sorry I didn’t.
I’d like to disable this device in my mind.
I saw you standing in the corner
of my eye
only one.
It’s a sweet notion.
This boat in motion
–
World’s morning swing’s swung buckled blanc
blankets and
I’m hitting my head on the bedposts.
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image: chikache
The Flashbulb – Eyes of June
Tacked thistle fog tugs dusk down
with sounds and musk, bristle bound
sack tied with bent and browned
wire.
Dusk in a bag
is
night runs.
Raging silence, calm and ominous.
Fluid. Knowing. Calls to all of us.
Subtle cricket drawl embalming us.
Night is an egg.
if
yolk broke
then morning has awoke. Breaking through the lunar skin
crashing down upon the land. And, I’ve never seen the sun so grand.
image: dirac3000
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