Wednesday, 7 November 2012

▲utumn 2012 favourites



local natives - breakers
typhoon - green
the civil wars - poison and wine 
the tallest man on earth - love is all
dan mangan - leaves, trees, forest
band of horses - blue beard
∆ alt-j - bloodflood

Monday, 16 April 2012

call and answer

it came as a storm on the edge of something 
a plough through the field, and the farmhand's gone running 
and the cedars are a-shaking like men at their judgement 
bowing to the howl as the dust churns about them 

but where is your sound? 

ruthless, and cackling, and swept across the grassland 
the fire comes burning and screaming like a madman 
and the ground is a-trembling and split apart at the seams 
carving a chasm and groaning in the shudder 

but where is your sound? 

restless, my face is wrapped up like a widow 
gazing from the mouth of the cave, open window 
and quiet as the land relenting its fury 
your song is as silent as the heart it is stirring 

and there is your sound.

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

meditations in an emergency

"now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
the country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.
it may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? and if I do,
perhaps I am myself again."

Friday, 30 March 2012

jared mees & the grown children


I'm trying to shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake these blues away
only good thoughts can stay
only good thoughts can stay!


"I'm tired of looking at this photograph now. I open my fingers. it falls to the sand at my feet. 
I am going to look at the stars. they are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us. 
all we ever see of stars are their old photographs."

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

gorgol bordello

I traveled the world
Looking for understanding
Of the times that we live in
Hunting and gathering first-hand information
Challenging definitions of sin

I traveled the world
Looking for lovers
Of the ultimate beauty
But never settled in
I am a wonderlust king!

r.i.p. the morning benders

you will be missed!

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

ouais

"last week life whipped out the shotgun that it keeps in the pantry next to the broom and, after a few too many cans of cheap beer, waved it around a little too close to my head. I'd say, hey, don't point that thing at me, and life would say, really? like this? and next thing you know a chunk of my ear was gone."