Magic Island “Baby Blu”
Brittany Nelson - Mordancage III
From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That’s all
There was to it. No more than a solemn waking
To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly,
A time between times, a flowerless funeral. No more than that
Except for the feeling that this piece of the storm,
Which turned into nothing before your eyes, would come back, That someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say:
"It’s time. The air is ready. The sky has an opening."
by Mark Strand
Future Islands’ - Seasons (Waiting On You)
I am going to do a few things can’t nobody follow
I am going to be a sputtering gray zeppelin in what used to be sky, the wah-wah pedal wind and everything else. I am going to show you up with congas and weird smiles, a touch without skin, skin for eyes. If you perceive a lake before you then you perceive me, my body, a wide low place of drowning. Watch: I am going to do one thing that will leave you breathless. I am going to make you perform a great act of sorrow, over and over, after me. Watch, repeat. Look at you all: tumbling down, hanging there. You didn’t know you were loose rocks shaken out of a mountain after eons and eons of waiting and try, after my seismic went. You can feel it now though, this tough, invisible tie to the air. You’ve always been floating. Just pick up your feet and watch."
Dig this Lorde & Son Lux collab. Dark. Sexy. Cool.