Waiting for inspiration and a little room to breathe to put my thoughts together and make a list of the most significant and important musical events of the passing year... And for now I would just say that it was one of the greates years of the past decade. And yes, it was the year where everything has only just began...
понедельник, 31 декабря 2018 г.
воскресенье, 30 декабря 2018 г.
Homeostasis
A tiny moth
Wrapped in lungs
Got my armor
And I got my gun
I told you not to call me hun
She floats so soft
Inside his web
My spider lover
His useless head
I told you not to touch my bed
I stumble from
This empty room
You blow my brains
I’ll blow my cool
You know I can’t play by the rules
I feel so cold
The sweetest stare
My wool filled eyes
Your hollow care
A tiny game of truth or dare
I’m changing, I’m spinning
Uh, morphogenic
I’m webbing I’m morphing
Uh, morphogenic
I’m hungry, I’m thirsty
Uh, morphogenic
I’m tired, I’m wasting
Uh, morphogenic
/ You have this ability to find beauty in weird places /
Perhaps this is one of the strangest musical discoveries in all the time of endless searches and chance meetings. This is something prohibitively strange, something that attracts me with its mystery and alienates by its discrepancy with any canons. It is something familiar but at the same tine distorted. And this something does not leave my head, attracts me, and I try to understand and feel, endlessly enjoying this incredible track.
And this violin sounds so divinely and untimely...
среда, 26 декабря 2018 г.
Feral Love
Your eyes, black like an animal
Deep in the wander
And care for no one, but the offspring of your might
Run from the one who comes to find you
Wait for the night that comes to hide
Your eyes black like an animal, black like an animal
Crossing the water, lead them to die
We press for the water
Press for the river, press for the rain
We press for the water
Press for the river, press for the pain
/ I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone. /
I love to run away and wander on the other side of the reality... And just such incredible persons like Chelsea Wolfe can become my guide in the world of the unknown, the dusk and the beautiful. She like no other embodies mistery and darkness, her music is both healing and harrowing, enchanting and narcotic, silent and crying, and her voice is both haunting and seemingly haunted, though whether by angels or demons is unclear. And I'm in love with her skewed romanticism.
воскресенье, 23 декабря 2018 г.
The Stall
Want to calm you down
Like I could once in your life
Want to settle all your worries
How to make you feel alright
And you think it's scared and helpless
Like there's just no getting through
But I won't give up on you
But I won't give up on you
But I won't give up on you
But I won't give up on you
Though I think you want me to
And when you wake up so afraid
That the only way to be brave
Is to give up the strong things
Don't you know who you are let it out?
Let you talk
Trust your turn
Shake it off
Everybody's got the same
Got the same shedding skin
Letting go's not giving in
Want to calm you down
Like I could once in your life
Want to settle all your worries
Gonna make you feel alright
Settle all your worries
Gonna make you feel alright
Settle all your worries
I get high when I'm low
I get wrong when I know
So break down
You know, you need, you want to
Break out
Follow your lead, you got you
No doubt
You know, you need, you want to
Break out
Love is, love is a place for it
/ The fragrance of white tea is the feeling of existing in the mists that float over waters; the scent of peony is the scent of the absence of negativity: a lack of confusion, doubt, and darkness; to smell a rose is to teach your soul to skip; a nut and a wood together is a walk over fallen Autumn leaves; the touch of jasmine is a night's dream under the nomad's moon. /
This is simply amazing... In my entire life my heart and my soul were swept by hundreds of incredible, beautiful, indescribable emotions. But I've never felt myself the way I do now... When I hear this music, I feel like I'm forget who I am... I am losing myself in it and forget everything. I fall into another dimension, where feelings, thoughts intertwine and amplify many times over.
It is fascinating, it is deep, it is mysterious, it is sad, it is angelicly beautiful... It is incomprehensible. It is my from beginning to end.
вторник, 18 декабря 2018 г.
Silent Gold
Make me shiver
You're my cover
Let your river flow
Flow
Flow going high and low
Leave me open
Leave me fretless
Peel my cold skin
Make me reckless
Run
Run
Run for the morning sun
Take my body
Make it holy
As once you asked me, baby
"How do you roll with God?"
God?
God is what we do now
Baby, wrap me in your silent gold
Let the saddest story be untold
Baby, anywhere you go
Anything you do
Is home
Is gold
/ We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. /
I'll just leave it here... Let this song leave its mark here just as it left it in my heart. And I just have no words to convey how it makes me feel. As if everything I had ever loved, lived, waited and hoped for, merged into one melody from the past, into a quiet beautiful tune that always sounds in my heart and permeates through my whole life with a golden thread...
пятница, 14 декабря 2018 г.
Meaningless
I still smell of sweat
Still the scent of my giving in
Try to feel regret
But I want it to stay on my skin
I still fantasize
Close my eyes to be wrong again
Still those fuck-me eyes
As I'm licking the palm of my hand
I still smell of ...
Still her taste on my fingertips
Try to feel remorse
But it's hard with her wet on my lips
How the hell am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away
And everything feels meaningless
And I am not mine
I need something of my own
Something with a locked door
A room just for me alone
Something that I can control
I need something of my own
I need something cutting to the bone
I need something that is mine
If that must be guilt, then fine
I wanted something nice, but fine
This guilt is a hole but it's mine
I wanted something nice
This guilt is a hole but it's mine!
/ All extremes of feeling are allied with madness. /
I remembered this incredible song as a continuation, but at the same time the absolute contrary of the previous one. It's not filled with sadness and light, it is filled with darkness and despair...
This song is like a mysterious river that envelops and carries me away... The dark river that blurs my mind and left myself sink in the waves of unspeakable sadness and craving. I don't know what else can I say except that these feelings are unfathomable...
понедельник, 10 декабря 2018 г.
In Exile
You know
We were wrecking
Our lives, you know
We were hostile
And we fought
To the death
Ooo don't be afraid to miss me
I am in exile
I know
I am wrecking
Your life
I was hostile
And we fought
To the death
Ooo don't be afraid to miss me
Don't be afraid to hate me
Ooo don't be afraid to miss me
/ When I look back / I see the landscapes / That I have walked through / But it is different
All the great trees are gone / It seems there are / Remnants of them
But it is the afterglow / Inside of you
Of all those you met / Who meant something in your life /
I love this song and can not escape from it's winter capture... I can't stop watching this video, filled with the symbols of separation and loss.
It gives me a feeling of absolute sadness and solitude, bright, wintery cool, without any glimmers of warmth, but filled with peace, acceptance and self-understanding... It draws in my mind а solitary figure standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down to the endless dark waters laying below and beyond the horizon. Lonely siluette fluttering in the gusts of the cold relentless wind which tears off and carries away everything inessential and meaningless. So beautiful in it's solitude. And, above all, absolutely free.
понедельник, 3 декабря 2018 г.
My December
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
/ Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins. /
Life turns pages too fast and now the time has come to read a new chapter titled "Wintertime"...
This is a wonderful and at once sad season, when the time stops and dies down, just to take a final glance back, before crossing the line and moving forward, leaving everything behind...
This is the time of myself lost in dreams and drowning in melancholy... Words can't express how much you were meant for me and how much I loved you. How much I still do...
And I just want to stop the time and seat near the window, staring at the winter scene, so cold, so lonely, yet so beautiful, sleeping under the blue skies covered with white clouds which looks like reflections of the snowy glades, colored in brightest shades of white... I want sit down and read my first diaries where every single line was dedicated to you... And I miss this time so badly.
So... Let the December be a month of my nostalgia...
пятница, 30 ноября 2018 г.
Satan In The Wait
That bastard had a head like a matchstick
Face like he was sucking concrete through a straw
"Some faces not even a mother can love."
Says the spit and spatter of broken glass from above
"There's a tombstone where your headboard used to be."
They tell him every night before sleep
Every night before he dreams big and comes complete
Then he sees himself floating high above the certainty of his feet
Sees some gutless worm, seeking a free ride inside the stomach of a whale
He can live without air for several days, he says
He says he knows things, this man, he says
He says he wouldn't wait for the light or the dark to fade
He says you'll want to move for the mouths of the damned elite
"Yeah, I'm good for whatever."
The other smiles convinced
Tell me what's best and when. I'll save the date
I'll set the tone, I'll wander in my sleep
They each raise a glass and clang
"Here's to what will
Here's to the sharpened pencil
Splitting the cast from the skin
Curing the itch, curling the toes
Here's to celebrity and fulfillment
Here's to the top of the world
Here's to a tired leaning wall
Here's to the tragedy to ensue."
Their bodies are open
Their channels are open
This world is opening up
Up, up, up
Today's gonna feel like tomorrow, some day
Tomorrow's gonna feel like yesterday
This world is opening up
This world is opening up
Today's gonna feel like tomorrow today
(This world is opening up)
For such a long time I couldn't touch anything so strange, dark and immense. To touch something so strongly reminiscent of 'The Dawnward Spiral' not as much of the sound but of this incredible irreversible, uncompromising, intangible feeling of darkness that permeates you through, fascinates, enslaves... While listening to this music, you slowly disappear from this world without noticing that you are trying to solve the riddle which you can never figure out, to realize something that you can never understand...
пятница, 23 ноября 2018 г.
Come Back
I’ll give all my rings
I’ll put them in your mouth
I’ll fling out all my past
And like a grave I’ll shut
I will forget all names
All secrets of your god
I’ll give you all my love
For one precision shot
Behind the devil’s back
I’m speaking clear and slow
My teeth is on your neck
Just as I have your claw
For one precision shot
You ask for more and more
You know you better run
Before I lose control
/ He began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth... /
This music is one of the most exquisite, aesthetic and spellful thing I've ever heard.
This girl is poison. This album is a spirital journey. It lies beyond the brink of darkness and mystery. And I'm absolutely mesmerized by its nameless beauty...
вторник, 20 ноября 2018 г.
Was It Worth It?
Nothing's ever been beautiful
I thought that for quite some time
Everything ends and everyone dies
Death is a constant that I think about all the time
Where do I place these thoughts
Who can understand
How alone I feel
How alone I am
Still a victim of my own mind
Still can't do anything right
I'm composed of demon limbs
And I'm still anxious all the time
Bad days and dissapointment
Will always be relevant
Ask yourself
Will anything ever be worth it?
/ I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself. /
I was so thirsty for young blood in my blog, and just like always my wish came true, as presumptuously as it sounds. And... And it seems that exactly in that moment when I'm starting to believe that I won't ever find something bigger that I've already heard, the chance right away tries to show me how many magnifisent things are still hiding from me... And this time it hit me in the heart so hard. Because what today was stood in front of me just blew my mind...
This whole album, from the beginning to the end, is nothing but incredible pallette of vivid colours, frequency fluctuations of all existing music ranges, unbeliavable concentration of the essence of the metal music, youth and recklessness, mixed between crushing grooves and elements of ethereal atmosphere alike, which at times pierces you to the bone. This music fills me with an incredible energy, it makes me feel low and high at the same time.
This album is a masterpiece within the realm of contemporary metalcore, it's haunting, gloomy, diverse and harsh.
So... Was It Worth It? Oh, it was worth everything...
четверг, 15 ноября 2018 г.
Beauty School
I like you when
When you take off your face
You put away all your teeth
And take us way underneath
'Cause you could die if you take it alone
I watch you taste it
I see your face
And I know I'm alive
You're shooting stars
From the barrel of your eyes
And it drives me crazy
Just drives me wild
I kind of like you when
When you make up the reel
Take the phone in your room
Stop the tape or resume
Well you could try if you think it will load
I watch you taste it
I see your face
And I know I'm alive
You're shooting stars
From the barrel of your eyes
And it drives me crazy
It drives me wild
Every time
Every time
You drive me wild ...
It's a beautiful ride
Wild
It's a beautiful ride
Ride
I watch you taste it
I see your face
And I know I'm alive
You're shooting stars
From the barrel of your eyes
And it drives me crazy
Just drives me wild
/ When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade. /
Yes, it's a beautiful ride and beautiful journey to the world of unseeing things and unfeeling sences, with no terurn when you once heard this mesmerazing song...
I like his hypnotic voice, the dark shades of this music and labyrints of this obscure lyrics. I like everytnig in Deftones music... And I will continue to put these treasures in my chest.
воскресенье, 11 ноября 2018 г.
Peroxide
...Through simple yet striking, reverberating piano chords, his voice wavers as if on the edge of breaking. "Still talk to God in your sleep", he sings, evoking the familiar hollow feeling we all experience after the loss of a loved one. Later, he declares solemnly over the crescendo of rumbling drums and the hum of violins, "It's just peroxide/ It's just the sunlight in your eyes...".
"There's a death of self that comes with love," he says. "The song is about dying, loving. I think a lot of my writing is."
/Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you. /
One of the most sad and melancholy things I've ever heard, as well as the one of the most perfect... Oh Gosh, how do I love it... And it seems that I'm sitting here alone by hours, trying to comprehend it's endless fragality and beauty, diving deeper and deeper into this mirage, trying to understand every word I hear, losing myself in his voice and this prefect state when happiness meets saddness in the purest harmony...
пятница, 9 ноября 2018 г.
Trophy
I've been waiting
For you to say the words
As we sail across the universe
Entertaining
You bring me to a stare
As you wave your heart into the air
I walk away
And play it safe
It's strange
How it works
Take your vices
And throw them in the drain
While you're laughin in the pouring rain
Are you sorry?
Well can you find the words?
You just say the lines that you've rehearsed
I'll walk away
And play it safe like you
I just walk away and play it cool
It's strange
How it works...
Just walk away and play it cool
It's strange
How it works
/ I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation. /
This music is my shrine, my misty sacred place, the reflection of my twilight dreams and memories, drowned in sadness... But I've never ever dreamed about founding something fitting me so perfectly, something that makes me loose my mind and find my heart over and over again.
It seems like this music have put a spell on me, and the world while drowning in these sounds becomes so different... There is love in it which exists only in the most romantic stories, mistery that pierces the pages of the most exciting books, something incomprehensible, dark, otherworldly, seductive, fascinating and eternal...
среда, 7 ноября 2018 г.
Closer
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
Help me
I broke apart my insides
Help me
I've got no soul to sell
Help me
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I want to *** you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to *** you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
Help me
Tear down my reason
Help me
It's your sex I can smell
Help me
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else
I want to *** you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to *** you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
Through every forest above the trees
Within my stomach scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
The storm is coming.
Tonight I miss you like hell... Well, I always do.
суббота, 3 ноября 2018 г.
Disarray
Spreads like a disease
The curtain is drawn
And there’s no shepherd for the sheep
Time waits for no man
It’s expiring
The pendulum swings back and forth
But no one loses sleep
Pinned between
The gears of the machine
Bliss is ignorance
Nowhere else to be
And while they gaze up
At the smoky screen
The perfect time
Line it up
Soak it all in gasoline
Disarray
Control is an illusion
The walls are gonna cave
Disarray
Mask the delusion
Until there’s nothing left to save
Until there’s nothing left to save
The walls are gonna cave
There’s nothing left to save
The walls are gonna cave
/ What you listen in heart, are echoes of the past. What you write today, will be echoed in the future. /
Lost in the echo...
Oh, I'm so in love with hollow depth and overfilling atmosphere of this music, riddled with perfect, magic moments...
I love-love-love shoegazing, listeninng to this music is like falling deeply and deeply in the well of subconscious or traveleing further ad further to the brink of non-existatnce.
четверг, 1 ноября 2018 г.
Diving With Your Hands Bound
Alone with the woods and the moon
Now it's time, I'll be joining you soon
Alone can't still keep her by my side?
Don't run from me, don't hide
Alone I've been searching everywhere
Now I've given up, you and me
Alone...
What have we done
I cannot overcome
What we've become
I cannot overcome
You and I, You and I forever
Stop it now, come let's go
You and I, You and I forever
Forever...
/ Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. /
This amazing blend of electro and metal textures together just blows me away and tears my heart to shreads every time I hear it... And I just can't stop listening to it, over and over again, and every time I hear something new, and it tightens its grip around my heart.
среда, 31 октября 2018 г.
Bitches Brew
The wolves come out to see the end
They hide from view and wait
To watch the ghost inside you come awake
And when the shots go off, you hear them call
My heart is racing just to see it all
To watch you crawl out of your changing shape
Take all your breath and watch it come awake
From the flames of the fire
I feel you crawling to my bed
Throwing shapes at the sky
I watch you crying to me
With your knees open
I display you, taunt the beast again
'Cause when you move and shake
That thing inside you comes awake
As you dance against the breathing wall
My claws are out, I want to feel it all
Feel it crawl inside you, changing shape
Take out your breath and feel you come awake
From the flames of the fire
I feel you crawling to my bed
Throwing shapes at the sky
I watch you crying to me
Say something, pray for something
Say something, pray to something
Say...
SAY SOMETHING! PRAY FOR SOMETHING!
/ Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. /
This is my favourite thing in the world right now.
This song is all I ever dreamed of, the dark embodiment of my most inmost thoughts and the reflection of my hazy soul, filled with midnight dreams and just everything that I love and crave for... With lonely reflections, breezy evening wind, starlight and reflection of the moon on the mirrored surface of the lake, soft glow of lanterns in the haze, sound of rain... I love darkness, I love the romance of the night, I love mystery and questions without answers... But by now everything I love the most in the world is them...
понедельник, 29 октября 2018 г.
28 Дней
Разбегаюсь, боюсь упасть
Не хочу любви, режущей мечту
Некому сказать "я боюсь"
Некуда идти...
Растворяю
Вечность в себе
Навечно возьми
На время забудь
Вечность - бери
Можешь убежать, тебе всё можно, за стеной
Отравлен день, отравлен и разбит,
Не надо мне твоей любви
Так хрупок мир крови с ванилью
Я грею, верю...
Раздаривая сны, я стал чужим
Сам себе, себе
Каждый новый день, взрывая самолёты
Им всё равно
Я не живу
Ответы на вопросы равны нулю
Разбито, закрыто, навечно
Я насилую себя
Неважен, вчерашний
День боли будет лучше без меня
Только не надо солёной воды
В крови нет страха, в ней есть только ты
В крови нет нас, в венах нет боли
Ты заливаешь себя теплом
Я так ничтожен, не зная о том
Что кончилась ты, и кончился я
Я больше, чем вечность
Я тоже умираю за тебя
Я заодно с корнями всех моих цветов
Я жду рассвета и единения мостов
Оставив в прошлом мои сомнения и страх
Твоей планеты не сохранить в моих руках
/ Говорят, что звезды, которые светят ярче, живут намного короче, но лучше минуты счастья, чем годы тоски /
Как же безумно я люблю глубину, трагизм, болезненную странность и пронизывающую красоту их песен и их лирики... Господи, сколько же всего в этих словах...
Для меня эта группа когда-то давно стала символом сверхновой: они взорвались так стремительно и засияли так ярко, что я до сих пор вижу этот отпечаток на своих веках, когда закрываю глаза... Закрываю глаза и вижу ту 17-летнюю девочку, которая сидит на холодной крыше, смотрит, как с постепенно меркнущего неба медленно падают хрупкие снежинки, кружатся, пролетая мимо, чтобы без следа исчезнуть, достигнув рубежа своего короткого путешествия и умереть на сером асфальте, и держит в руках маленький плеер, на котором голубыми буквами выведено 6000000000Sebya, погружаясь все глубже и глубже внутрь себя, теряясь в этой невероятной музыке и таких странных, но таких удивительных словах и звуках... Для меня таких, как они, больше не было и уже никогда не будет. Они давно потеряны в прошлом, как было потеряно так много вещей, но не забыты. Все еще безумно люблю... и так сильно скучаю...
воскресенье, 28 октября 2018 г.
Warpaint
The water, getting deeper
The wall, the wall, the falling wall
The wall is bursting open
The wall is bursting open
(In like a dull knife
Pulls out all the stops
I fall out like)
You were burning even when I was whispering
(Time running out)
You hold on, the water was slippery
(In like a dull knife)
You listen, the weather was answering
(Time running out)
I let go, I wanna get into it
You've got your reasons that "hey, hey"
Turned by the seasons and long days gone
Too many minds in my "I don't know"
Cold and under, I almost forgot to
Face up to what I ought to
Willing and I do give offering to you
Willing and I do give offering to you
Don't know why I feel so different
Feel just like a different person
You're tied in a knot, can't throw you back here up
You've got the floor, they say, you gotta lock it up
Late into the night you wore off that fever
That fever
Cold and under, I almost forgot to
Face up to what I ought to
Willing and I do give offering to you
Willing and I do give offering to you
Aaah, I'm over here by your way
Aaah, tight as a knot, I want to fade
/ They wore their strange beauty like war paint /
What a perfect music... Bleak, mysterious, smooth, cold, penetrating, insanely beautiful, but you can't even imagine what kind of fire is burning inside of it...
I love these incredible girls, and I'm never going to get tired of wondering how something can be so angelically beautiful and light, but at the same time so dark and deep...
среда, 24 октября 2018 г.
Paintings
God took all of my research
And ate it up
One by one
I haven’t thought for a while
Who is my teacher?
I'll never learn anything
And who has been my lover?
She waits in the dark
To steal my love
To steal my love
Take these hands
What have I made them do?
What have you made them for?
Am I the only one left to sin at all?
I met a fallen creature
I picked him up
I licked his wounds
He bit my hand
I see the preacher
To fill my cup
Please fill my cup
I had to take away all of the paintings
Inside of my head
I can only remember the first ones
And when the curtains were closed
I could still see your eyelashes beating
I can still see your breath on the window
But I think I want it to go away
/ I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. /
Today was an ordinary day, but the minute I heard this fragile, sad and beautiful song it suddenly was filled with inner light, warmth and remembrance. And precisely through such moments you can always find a piece of the beauty and the value in something absolute ordinary, and find a longing to keep this imprint in your heart...
понедельник, 22 октября 2018 г.
The Epilogue
The roses are in bloom
But in a strange way
I know somehow we're doomed
Look around through the town
Not a soul to be found
In silence, not a sound
There's no one around but you
In the back of the car
On the way from the bar
In silence, here we are
Reminding us of how we're doomed
Well, get set,
It's time, we come to the end
We've circled around our doom
And I won't stop,
Not 'til I get what I want
And all that I want is you
In a strange place
When the sun goes down, we move
Into a strange phase
Like we've got nothing left to lose
So we slip through the town
With our heads in the clouds
In silence, not a sound
For miles and miles around
Fall asleep in the park
Underneath all the stars
In silence, here we are
Reminded of how we're doomed
Now get set,
It's time we come to the end
We've circled around our doom
Yeah, I won't stop,
Not 'til I get what I want
'Cause all that I want is you
/ While the warm enchanted autumn hasn't yet slipped out of my hands... /
I just can't resist these romantic vibes that this amazing song sends me... 'Cause when I hear this music I'm starting to imagine like I'm passing throught the autumn alleways sparkling with warm gold in the rays of the setting sun, with someone invisible, non-existent, but who endlessly lives in my heart...
I've have found the sense of autumn melancholy in this melody, because it contains the scent of rain and the sadness of falling leaves saying goodbye to the branches of trees and being replaced by cold emptiness, and dream-like voice of Chino Moreno tells me beautiful stories and wraps me with a warm haze of something mysterious, romantic and unfathomable...
In this music, I dissolve my sadness and my loneliness, and find pease, harmony and joy in it.
пятница, 19 октября 2018 г.
Goodbye
Please put me to bed
And turn down the light
Fold down your hands
Give me a sign
Hooked on your lies
Lay down next to me
Don't listen when I scream
Bury your doubts and fall asleep
Find out....I was just a bad dream
Let the bed sheet
Soak up my tears
And watch the only way out
Disappear
Don't tell me why
Kiss me goodbye
For neither ever, nor never
Goodbye
Neither ever, nor never
Goodbye
Neither ever, nor never
Goodbye
Goodbye
/ She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer. /
Sometimes it seems that only deep sadness can be so beautiful... And it’s amazing how this track could embrace the atmosphere of quiet thoughtfulness, elusive netherworld atmosphere and deep grief. This is the perfect way how the music reflects the endless emptiness of the grey sky, the silence and timelessness of lonely cemetery alleys at the dusk, the last goodbuys of fragile leaves leaving naked trees, the whisper of a sad rain drippig on the roof when nobody is near... It all seems to merge in an instant, and this moment is like eternity, because once you've heard the music of such beauty, it will forever echo in the most secret corners of your soul...
среда, 17 октября 2018 г.
Echo and Dust Pt.II
Still hanging loose are my ends as I sleep under the Earth
Life bears no meaning to me, I'm left, I'm left repeating myself
Time always laughing at me still
I’m left repeating myself still
I’m never leaving now that I’m down here
Ghost of my old shape I have begun new life
Giving myself away
And I dance with the thought of connection
I've found a place beyond these plastic stars
We’ll live forever in brand new posture here
As our distance expands
We are whole in the wondrous eye
You were me in my sudden death
I am you in another life
I have seen more than enough
All the world is rust; our teeth are gold
I had been there long enough
My blood is finally running cold
I took root on the edge and delve into the soil and dust
Still hanging loose are my ends as I sleep under the Earth
This life bears no meaning to me, I'm left, left repeating myself
Time always laughing at me still repeating
I feel my blood is thinning
I feel my blood is thinning
Can you feel us coming through
The static blossoms into the air
Rise, we start to bloom
Burning as we move through the world
Can you feel us coming through
The static blossoms into the air
Rise, we start to bloom
Burning
I gave myself to the earth
I am reborn in the ashes
I gave myself to the earth
Reborn in the ashes
/ All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. /
Another part of an unbelivable beautiful pattern that I just can’t stop looking in, because I'm so hypnotized by its glory and mystery, which I am trying to comprehend gazing into it more and more closely every single time... It is pure object of sound forcing the listener to feel it so deeply, in the end perceiving a strange record of his own existence, his fragility, and his finiteness.
понедельник, 15 октября 2018 г.
Day Is Gone
Speak and reveal to me the depths you’re hiding in so I can be with you
All the noise is gone, feel it all go quiet now
It suddenly explodes every nerve at once
It suddenly explodes
Crashed in swirling heat, I’d hate see blow out in front of me
Fragment light displays; our mirrored hearts collapse and crash
In the years before I know you let her go
Loosely fading ghosts to take her place
Dust to settle in, I wait to feel alone
In the years before I know you let her go
Painted in ash all the words that you said as you walked away
Loosely fading ghosts to take our place
If I could suspend time all together
Would you stay up here forever?
I’m an empty promise just passing off the blame
Your eyes wander through my faces
It’s no wonder it all feels the same
Your eyes wander through my faces
Black out throne towers over me
Substance control bleeds in and out
She’ll be laughing at me later
But the question stays for now unanswered
Is it always the same with me, I don’t remember my nights
Is it always the same damn thing, I don’t remember my nights
“Time has a different meaning for me, and these events that seem so monumental in the moment will one day be nothing more than a line in a scroll. These humans are but letters to be inked into history. A hundred years from now, I will be free. I will have forgotten their names and faces, and the struggles they have will not matter. Time has a way of burying things, shifting like the desert and swallowing entire civilizations, erasing them from map and memory. Always, in the end, everything returns to dust.”
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