Lachrymose

 

A Continent Named Coma - Lachrymose

 

/ It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly! /

Let's bring something endlessly sad, tortured and painfully beautiful to this world. Something almost unnamed. August is almost over now, and every time it's come to an end I start feeling like my life is over, too. Things just passing by and every momemnt dies away. To live is to die.

Phoenix IV: Levitation

 

Night Verses - Phoenix IV: Levitation

My life, composed of small solitary joys,
Violent romances, blessed and deep silences,
A abundance of poetry, moments of insanity and disillusion,
Will be always painful, always beautiful -
Will be the ultimate ode, before all others
Which rises from the depths of my own -
The moments themselves, which make up my life,
Before my body, cristallized in time,
In the endlessness that goes forward.

Phoenix IV. Levitation просто невероятно и безумно красивая, ностальгически-печальная, таинственно-притягательная и болезненно прекрасная. Знаешь, вот иногда ты встречаешь песни, в которых словно отражается все твое счастливое прошлое, все твои воспоминания, все твои томления и печали, радости и слезы, вся твоя свобода и вдохновение, которые были у тебя когда-то в руках, которые теперь живут в твоем сердце, словно крылья, на которых ты уже не можешь улететь так высоко и так далеко, но которые еще можешь раскрыть, чтобы ощутить легкие потоки ветра вокруг себя и услышать еле слышный шёпот прожитых дней... И именно в этой песне, среди сотен других прекрасных песен, я разглядела свое отражение. Как это было и есть с "Ghosts I", "Into Perk Walk", "Welcome to Biddeford" и саундтреком к "The Lord Of The Rings". Это всё я.

The Roots Run Deep

 

Back out on the road when we were young
We thought buildings would be named after us
I burrowed under ground as deep as I could
I didn’t belong up top and the sun was too bright anyway
I took you with me, held on for as long as I could;
Until you broke free and fed yourself into he night

I’m alone in here now, I’m alone in here now and I’m mixed up
I’m alone in here now, I’m alone in here now and I’m mixed up

Her Name Is Calla - The Roots Run Deep

/ Little by littlet hings began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no longer so painfully conscious of everything I said... I felt the great soft wave approach and embrace me; the dark hour began to fill with pictures and stealthily the noise-less procession of dreams appeared again superimposed on the dreary, grey landscape of existence.
And suddenly it was no longer this place - it was a little corner of the world, a haven of refuge, a dugout around which the eternal battle of chaos wasraging and in which we two sat sheltering, mysteriously drifted to one another through the twilight of time. /

This is such a rare and great pleasure to find such an album. Incredibly soft, enveloping, carrying you on its waves into the mysterious world of oblivion, from which anyone doesn't want to come back.

This music is absolutely beautifual and genuine like world of nature and nature of feelings itself in all of its magnificent expressions. I love how experimental this music is, and what's more, this instrumental passages and subtle atmosphere embody a real understanding of art music.