Sounds of Faces – We Sped Slower
Both brewing in the calm.
May the best man win.
Thick skin, or serenity within.
I think you’ll find I side with him.
image:Gail Johnson
some of us were never meant to change the world
14 Jun
Kings of Convenience – Scars On Land
Falldown crash steady pace and snare angels dance round the sides of your head a scramble-brain and a soft voice to keep at ease record scratching voice like, like, like footsteps echo down the hall bring me back hard sole shoes bristle and cold, reflection of the sound in the shine tile a lie to the brain a trick of the shade a day’s a day no longer than any other silver night snow slept while I wept at my window the face in the tile wished me goodnight the drama the line skewed in the light of mind gimmick flash shine upon trash tricks here and gone drone of a lovers life where there’s no love at all and I stare outside and pretend I’m all alone the gone the hope.
It was just a theory
13 Jun
Sounds of Faces – It was just a theory
The world is what you make of it.
It mirrors who you are.
Arming you against yourself.
Selflessness your war.
Reach down to those below
low, low on the threshold
hold fast and true to
two different kinds of soul
one above and one beneath
neither one is grey
raise away
forever more.
image: _Jer_
The Strings of the Song of Memory
11 Jun
Grizzly Bear – Reprise
are ringing loud today. I catch glimpses of Woods in the few beginning notes of a melody.
I thought long thoughts about things i once thought.
The pitch is altered.
summer in double time.
image: Grégoire Lannoy
I want to see what I can do
9 Jun
Boards of Canada – the devil is in the details
Not what others have done.
–
When the sun sinks
sets down on the backs of the land
and black veins rise up
serene and still
then red haze
and my red veins dialate
and black rains fall
serene and still
image Jérôme de Lisle
Sugar and Flowers
7 Jun
Burial/Four Tet – Moth
Slung over a dune at the beach
after severing all ties, my eyes can reach
clouds pushing water down round the world.
Why are we here, is the question each
of us asks. When will the answer be unfurled
and presented to us, a pill bug uncurled.
I won’t hold my breath waiting for that peach.
The triangles on the skin of my hand
match the triangles I drew in the sand
they separate and recreate
and turn into all of the thoughts that I had.
My mind’s eye dilates and I evaluate
each image as it fluctuates, dissipates,
Makes me sad.
If the meaning of life were revealed,
I’d feel claustrophobic. It would yield
the possibility of perfection. I’d be ground
in ground, unable to move, knee deep in a field
of answers, giving the game away. Forever around
those who are golden gate bound.
I prefer the rules concealed.
The things we do will never last
an eternity. Think of all the things past
that are no more. Even if we try to scrawl
and scribe, our work will sink in oceans vast.
Books and books they line the wall,
thousands took to write them all.
The great sink last, with the mast.
On this beautiful golden beach I lay
beside the meaning I have today.
Granted it may change, but so will I.
Those still statues can wait and pray
for a sign, a message from on high.
My meaning is what I decide.
Come and swim with me, my girl of May.
image:Eltjo Poort
For The Love I Had And Lost Or Never Had At All
6 Jun
Bombay Bicycle Club – Leaving Blues
”I’ll prove how much I love you with this handstand.”
-Spencer Krug
A place at night to consider things I can’t have.
Gone from our time, the past, she of kings, I can’t have.
Beach boulder perched under ripe light of moonstruck night,
But in mind, she and I, by suns springs I can’t have.
This moon is no sun, this ocean is no fresh stream.
Trashpools round my castle brings birds wings I can’t have.
“T’was my parade of knowing small things of the world
that caught her eye.” Self deceit shows, rings. I can’t have.
My minds filter lets less light in than do my eyes.
And you hold only long straws and strings I cant have.
“It is night but it is light Connor, don’t wallow.”
Did I just hear songs that water sings? I cant have.
image-{Lina}
Stringed Dreams and Saline
5 Jun
Califone – Fruitstand Floor
At all times She commanded the bold sun. Except
when young dusk grew, and His skilled hands washed it in thick ink
I used to pen the stringed dreams I had when I slept.
Her arms spread across the dim expanse and the sun swept
from horizon to sky, but He aimed for it to sink
at all times. She commanded the bold sun except
when the breath of night pushed through the blinds; it’s kept
at bay by halogen orange spun shadows from chain link
I used to pen. The stringed dreams I had when I slept
showed the battle of light They fought. Each one adept
at manipulating the others false move or blink
at all times. She commanded the bold sun. Accept
that Her light of daybreak through the glass so pink, crept.
Her stretching fingers, waking me up from Your dark drink.
I used to pen the stringed dreams. I had when I slept,
learned to shroud myself in my deep thoughts, the light inept
at stepping through; the light that wouldn’t let me think
at all. Times, she commanded the bold sun. Except
when I used to pen the stringed dreams I had when I slept.
image:hbp_pix
Previous and past
26 May
Bauri – Tummy
Trickle liquid more eloquent than thunder fountain,
Your turquoise trumpets settle down the raging mountain.
image: *psycho delia*
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