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.
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Vashti Bunyan - If I Were I'm Disappointed in M iss Pointed a point I' d m a p in some thought or another a point I' d s ought t o atone through thought ...but found that I could not. image: Ahmed ElHusseiny
From time to time it’s night in my brain where each shattered nerve end curls up for rest. Wait for the sun. Follow with each shattered chemical head. At times it’s winter and the coma lasts for months on end.
–
At times there’s not a lot going on up there.
Great Lake Swimmers – Merge, A Vessel, A Harbor
I am going to erase the lines on paper,
The way I’m erasing lines long and latter.
The way I dissipate the states,
and disrupt the county voting data.
Alleviate the ancient gods from
running course around the sun.
Manipulating the current lines that
saddle the sea to bring Magdelene back to me.
And if these lines weren’t around
would I lose my course and run aground?
Would this untamed wind teach me the clouds?
Or would it beat those aging sails down?
What is there left to learn?
I close my eyes and say
god, oh god, oh god,
I’m losing altitude. (I’m losing my mind)
When a timeline ends, (always on a point)
Was it ever there at all? (let’s stay on point)
image: Joe Dunckley
Black Moth Super Rainbow – Colorful Nickels
Would I be proud?
I always delayed self assurance.
iv three times pass.
Then,
Friday, 3:00. Forgiving.
A beginning becoming itself.
A compassion I never knew.
A delicate bloom.
Precision in the sun.
Stretched lips and dimple dents.
I see them through the fence.
A timed mind.
The sins of pines
are needles born.
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Fear Of The Unknown And The Blazing Sun - Colin Stetson A graveyard of discarded dreams All tangled up in midnight sheets. The second side of a wilting leaf. stuck. in white waterfall foam it hits all ofme And Fragments inside And Disappears And dies. or I don't know what. but, I'm sweaty. And it's been a long month falling off cliffs. image:Ingrid Hughes
Sufjan Stevens – Borderline
A ride home as kind as morphine,
I saw floods slip over quiet eyes of friends.
The bridge softly buckles and
the rivets give like dough.
But the tires have all melted away anyways.
and Her lids are heavy and she’s
losing the fight these days.
.
I never saw the blinking lights,
I never heard the siren’s sounds,
Please, let me have the window seat.
.
A ride home being sung to sleep,
I saw lids slip over quiet eyes of mine.
Magdalene softly chuckles and
tidal waves rise and grow,
but my fires have all died away anyways.
And her lids are heavy and she’s
losing the fight these days.
image: tocityguy
Daduk – D’est en Ouest
To all the people I’ve forgotten,
And then…
A long way ago, or, a
short spell before,
I had been a careless man.
But now,
would I feel the majesty?
Could I spare the time?
I keep among this drifting foam,
upon the tired sea.
Magdalene above me.
Oh how I am vain.
I was in the bushes,
and you were on the mountainside.
And you did shout your name.
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Califone – If You Would
Silence torn before the sun was born.
Could it be a death of love?
Could you bring me some of that?
I don’t know.
Would you pray if you were asked?
I try to lie but I might.
Casting handfuls of voice in the
black abyss.
Maybe these are the timid miles I never saw.
Maybe this man is my enemy.
I couldn’t see his eyes in the rain.
But I imagine they saw ghosts of towers piercing
the sinews of the sea.
image: Sam Hood
Marconi Union – Nothing Ever Happens In Tunguska
I hope I dream another dream tonight.
I hope this proves to be a better year.
I’m swallowing a stone that won’t go down.
Upon examination fades away.
Elusive time it always gets away
with homicide. I’m left to slip slow down
in dip down sheets and dream this bitter year
away in premature moonbeams tonight.
image: AndyCunningham
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