The Field – Over The Ice
Do you feel lucky?
They seemed to say.
Tissue cameras creep
over every inch of me.
Frozen.
Foreign orbs
observe, absorb.
The eyes, the eyes, and their frightening lies.
Black and white and color dyes.
He turns away from me,
and the waves recede.
I’m only shot when I see
the whites of their eyes.
And I’m surrounded by them all.
Prying pupils
dilate
relay
roll
repeat.
I won’t let you see me see.
You see?
On and on we dawn these rituals.
Hide and seek with our peripherals.
Mogwai - moses
Rain
in
a n
empty mind grows
a n y
time, nothing but a low
a n t e
allowing
me nothing but
to sow,
seeping out windows sewing time into my eyes
they grow heavy and I hear flip flop footsteps
in record repeating digging troughs silent
bouncing off white walls.
image: drp
Marconi Union – These European Cities
You don’t know everything about Lisa.
Carefully collected maybe
She dissected the rest of us.
Silent hidden charm just an arm away.
Try to skirt along tripping traps take the wall,
You cant see the girl
Hailey why do you put up with this?
Are your intentions really so clear?
The sharpness in your cheekbone
from another’s whetting stone.
Wedding gowns and neutral tones,
surely you’re more alive?
One day will I be the same way?
Inventing girls who fret and fawn
In my thoughtful din under sauntering moons
Will I build myself a pedestal?
Will I climb up and stab my chest?
Will I fall in puddles, broken and revel in my notoriety?
I want to give you your own breath.
image: Oncle Tom
Radiohead – Lotus Flower
I’ve been tracking my brain for quite some time now, following it, watching its every move. It is unsuspecting, and I take it for all it’s worth. Every time it takes a sharp turn, I am there, following, mimicking its every move. It is all I need. I followed it to a small shop down some twisted alleys, watched it as it talked to the shop owner for a few minutes. It emerged from the shop a few minutes later, carrying a small little ditty all wrapped in brown paper, tied with old timey twine. It proceeded to walk up the street against the setting sun. I took cover behind boxes of furniture and hot dog carts. I gain on it, I can see the details in the package, the paper slightly waken, white cracks show in the folds. I snatch the package and run. I run faster than the shouts can travel. I duck into alley after alley, and finally I am safe. I hold the package in my hands.
image:mugley
Moby – Isolate
The wolves on the prowl
Packs
s olve
the owl
Bring the crowd when they have you
then the noise, the loud,
the mess of sound
surround
rounding down upon the kill
running
up
down the
hill
image:Barnaby_S
The Frames – Suffer In Silence
Just a book
Just a show
Just a movie
Just a song
Only a week
Only a slip of the tongue
Just a kiss
Just human
Just a bad day
Only twenty minutes
Just a memory
Only the past
All the old memories laid out on blankets in the sun to dry. A thousand little lights all sipping from the sun.
image: Leonard John Matthews
Devandra Banhart – I Love That Man
I’ve got all my drawings all hung up on the wall opposing my front door, that every time I enter I’m greeted with a large armful of time past spent. One or two drawings fall off over and over, despite the amounts of duct tape I use. I’ve put them back up at least six times.
One day when I die will I erase the world?
Or will I keep it until I rot away, one city at a time?
What will be the last thing to go?
The thing I loved the most?
The time I ate indifferent toast?
What will the flames or worms eat last?
The heart of flesh or the ring of brass?
I found my box of pins today what a thought.
image: Gilderic
Great Lake Swimmers – Passenger Song
don’t know my hands,
the look, the feel of the skin
all buried in the sand
I don’t know where it starts and I begin.
The scariest part of realizing that you don’t like the things you used to, and that you are different from when you were a child is the fact that you didn’t seemingly choose this path you’re on, which means you have no idea where you will be farther down the line. Passing through dark tunnels, and only blind memories behind.
It’s impossible to tell anyone what you really mean,
And I’ve never been exactly as I seem.
All the ideas I write before I go to sleep,
are exactly what I dream,
but with more sheep.
Sufjan Stevens – for the windows in paradise, for the fatherless in ypsilanti
and of course the video is beautiful.
My brain is several sheets being blown low under dark blue breezes, easing along the thoughts that ought to be turning gnashing not timidly lying around. A panic. Like seeing the scene, shipwreck aftermath, folks flung swung on beams of oak melting down into earth that borne branches that press against my brain.
image: kayschwag
Mum – Moon Pulls
The middle sea sinks – Forever drained, looking
watching Forever glancing, the glass-eyed coasts.
Never knowing coriander dappled drafts,
Nor the hug of the under toe tug
tugging coy orca cages silent
tree trunk grins they
grow through cheekbone windows.
Never feeling diamond cut tide tips,
misses crisp cuts, a kayaks meniscus.
The middle seas inks – Forever bled, trickled,
choking, Forever watching waves walking on.
image – Sleepychinchilla
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