Albums like this are why I’ve given up trying to describe music. It’s a pop album, though quite a bit like Kate Bush. I never listen to that sort of thing. And yet, I love this. What gives?
Albums like this are why I’ve given up trying to describe music. It’s a pop album, though quite a bit like Kate Bush. I never listen to that sort of thing. And yet, I love this. What gives?
Nothing, as a word, can even begin to hint at what it truly means.
At this point in the timeline, it seems that all is collapsing hopelessly. Yet I invite you to picture it another way – once a flower has completed its own beautiful cycle, it then produces the seed. This doesn’t look as beautiful, I grant you, but it is just as necessary if we want more flowers.
People, the time for flowers as you knew them is passing. Fortunately, we live in a time of seeds. Many, many, many, countless, not quite infinite yet neverending.
Let us nurture these seeds and see what flowers may subsequently grow from them, even as we accept those flowers may be appreciated more fully elsewhen.
My daughter says this album cover is gross and looks like monster blood. I don’t believe she read the description on their bandcamp page which makes comparisons to Bukowski novels, but I cannot be entirely sure.
The distinction between madness and necessity is arbitrary, and always subject to change.
Enter the drastic marathon in fading light the tortuous circuit
with no disregard for the losers in the crush of the titanics
semantics to battle, semantics do battle their eyelids
I’m not sure if I believe my eyes now as I know they’re only filters
descent begins, crawling at a time when there are no beginnings
and there are no times so relativity is perceptual
is anything actual? any thing total? anything factual?
this argument is a hologram and by its nature it’s perpetual