This lo-fi, sexy slow-motion mix from last summer is now complete with sci-fi ending. Swim deep!
tisdag, december 8
torsdag, december 3
Brothers In Arms (Deep Water)
Speak to me, tell me all your secrets. Hidden in the water lie a thousand unfinished dreams and wishes, and to dive for them only takes a heartful of courage and a mouthful of oxygene.
Ten City - Nothing's Changed (Acroostic Version)
söndag, oktober 11
No Words Left But Whispering Thunder
Take it easy. A man told me this and I tried to follow his advice. I did the best that I could, and followed a narrow passage down to a hidden rooftop. I tracked a rabbit down and sat with him out in the dark forest. I took the train to San Antonio and talked to the fishermen. I worked as a ferryman on a boat on the Hudson River. I ran with the sheep on an island west of Ireland, where the hills all had eyes and the lungs were filled with salty water. Finally, I sat down on the docks of Albany and listened to the wind. It didn't seem to carry any words, only a crystal sound that bore a vague resemblance to shaking leaves.
torsdag, oktober 1
onsdag, september 23
Water From A Vine Leaf
"The dreamers, you know, they are the ones who are really awake!"
"Yes! Or, at least, so I've heard. I can't help but think about a funny thing though, something that happened to me on one of my journeys abroad, a long time ago. There was this funny looking man that I would run into every now and then, and you would always remember his looks, partly because he was always wearing this rust-coloured fur coat that was a bit over-sized. The most noticeable thing about him, however, was that he would never finish a sentence. At first, I didn't notice this, I would just assume that he was temporarily distracted. But at some point, It began to bother me, it became an irritating fact that I couldn't seem to shake off. In one of our conversations, that used to take place in the late evenings at a diner close to where I lived, by the way, I finally gathered enough confidence to ask him about this. When he started talking, I imagined that I could see that he was mostly relieved to meet somebody that he could share this with, to have that basis of trust with someone. He began speaking of this affair he had a few years ago with a woman, they met at a bar, in the afternoon while the sun was still shining outside. And the look of each other blinded them both, so that they soon stopped to take notice of the sun outside. When they left, it was pitch black, and they were helplessly in love. Outside, it had started to rain, and as he was standing really close to her, he looked at her cheeks that were both covered with tiny drops of dark water. They crossed an open field, this wasn't far from the countryside, you know, and then as they were running side by side, she suddenly stopped. -Why do you stop, he asked, feeling nervous about this sudden gesture that seemed so rash. -If you must ask this, I cannot go on. I must leave us here, in this state of affairs, and never come back. She ran off, further into the darkness, causing a wave of black leaves to take off in the dark night behind her. He watched the leaves as they slowly fell to the ground, making no sound whatsoever. From that night, he said, this condition of his had been constant. I had been listening with great interest, but it all seemed a bit fabricated, to tell the truth. He seemed to have been making it up as he went along, really. I'd like to think that he was just a dreamer, like you and me, caught up in a daily whirlpool of love, making it hard to think straight for all its turns and spins, ups and downs. Wouldn't you? Because when it all comes down, it's not so hard to understand."
Doug Kershaw - Willie's Shades
söndag, september 13
torsdag, augusti 27
Empty phrases sent to the Cranes
It's a well known fact, what may be work to some is simple and pure pleasure to others. I know I must try to cling to the notion that it is possible to make something out of nothing, and that the level of nothingness is always negotiable. Time and time again.
lördag, augusti 15
Daughter Of Light
Gather up the roses, save one for me. "These things happen, and they will", even after we've gone. So please stay true, now that I trust that you always were.
torsdag, augusti 13
torsdag, juli 2
A Distant Memory (Notes From A Near Shore)
I haven't forgotten anything, I can still hear your voice echo from afar, sending chilled notes in the wake of yesterday's dreams and delusions of grandeur. Today, everything appears to be a bit clearer, to the point that it would almost seem like you could reach out and touch the hand that you thought was lost a long time ago. Pick up the pieces, go about your journey and carry on, carry on, what you thought was lost will be found someday.
fredag, juni 5
Santa Cruz Mountains (My Heart Beats For You)
If I could, I would give to you the world and more, no pre-conceptions or easy give-aways could ever cover all that I have in mind.
söndag, maj 17
Baleares (La Luna Segunda)
Sometimes when the night comes, I wish that you would be walking on the beach here with me, looking at the crystal water reflecting in our foggy eyes, wet from tears and laughter. Although I know deep down that it could never be like that, that we will always speak in different tongues and walk our separate ways, that this earth is too small for us and that it can only hold a handfull of all the things we want do. But let's not think about that now, there are far more important matters to take care of right now. A bird whistles in the wind, and feet are clapping against the sand of an empty shoreline where distant voices keep ringing out over the sea.
måndag, maj 11
Forgotten Lore, New Found Love
Old friends, standing ready to dive at the sound of a seagull calling. They met by the shore, with sand cracking under their feet, and sympathy was far, too far away. Then, a lone dove comes flying over the water and all that they thought was lost is now lit through by bright rays of sunshine. They slowly regain their balance and take each others' arms before they jump into the dark sea below.
tisdag, maj 5
onsdag, april 29
söndag, april 26
Old Town
I passed through the old latin quarters today, where smoke and dust made my eyes foggy and sweet noises kept ringing in my ears. I hope I will go there soon again, swirling down a whirlpool of old memories and forgotten tales, ancient mysteries of love and theft.
fredag, april 24
Late Night Thunder
I went to the beach at night, I can't remember why but I think it was something that I felt I just had to do. I dug a hole near the shoreline, the sand was wet and heavy, and way down there I placed one muscat, one apple-seed and one piece of ginger. The most beautiful things can be seen at this sight today, and I can't help but feel that I have a small part in it.
onsdag, april 22
lördag, april 18
Hot Sun Melting Your Worries Away
Step outside in the sunshine, talkin' 'bout Happy Feelings and Murky Eyes. Everything is hazy and mellow but the liquor is strong, so strong, and the wine tastes better than ever.
fredag, april 10
tisdag, april 7
Days Spent Drifting On A Road
A blind man crossing a desert, and an old woman sailing on the rainbow. They met halfway, fell in love instantly, and now they live together somewhere along the south pacific train line.
I saw them when I was heading for Reno, they stood in the doorway, really close to each other, probably feeling the warm summer breeze running through their curly, silver grey hair.
I miss that scenery, the cold nights with nothing but the wind shaking the trees, and the hot days when every footstep felt like a mile.
måndag, april 6
Secret Place
My old man used to take me to the treehill, there we would make our own whistles and dance with the squirrels and the snails.
lördag, april 4
The Windtalker
I will fall in love a thousand times tonight, and whisper to the wind before I go to sleep.
torsdag, april 2
söndag, mars 22
Alabama
If I could I would fly to Alabama and marry a waitress at a diner. We would go to church every Sunday and we would go shopping at a supermarket. At the parking lot, the windows on all cars would shine in the sun, and the air would smell of rubber and asphalt. The car would have fake leather seats that would stick to the clothes a little, and I would wear a press-button shirt. My American wife would drive a little faster than I'd dare, and we would always use our seatbelts. We wouldn't feel that we were at home all that often, we would always have different projects to run to. We would sleep in one bed, but just as often at a motel as in our own. We would both love to go to places where palm trees grow, and we would get butterflies in our stomaches whenever we went into town. Both of us would find it a bit uncomforting to step out of the car, but when we'd been sitting in the café just outside for a while, we would soon have forgotten all about it.
torsdag, mars 19
Full Moon Fever
Run to the sky, swim in romantic circles around a sympathetic moon in total disguise.
onsdag, mars 18
Epic Days
His voice is not meant to be worn out, and there is no need to worry at all, because it probably won't.
torsdag, mars 12
No Holding Back, No Letting Go
This season should be like an anthem, with every day ringing true to your ears.
lördag, mars 7
Keep Your Dreams
I was caught dead, and I watched death on TV, it was the most truthful thing I've seen, at least for now. There was hope in it all, too, a sense of idealism. A belief that the world could end at this moment, and it probably will, it will end every second you're awake. I guess that's why I don't always know what to say, I'm terrified just by trying to keep my eyes open and not fall asleep. But still, there is so much to love, and faith is a terrible thing to lose.
torsdag, mars 5
In The Forest
Catch me while I'm falling, I won't expect it but it will probably make us happy, you know.
Keep up your high spirits, and set them free in the wild forest close to where we live.
Light a candle for the bushman, take him by the hand and join his nightdance into a sky of dark leaves.
tisdag, februari 24
Spring Rain
A soft, hazy shadow settles over my body as I lie down in the grass, waiting for the night to come. I have a vague memory of something that happened to me earlier today, I will try to remember it as soon as the sun rises. I keep telling myself to be patient, even though I know this won't help my sleep, but still, will these eerie sounds go away when the night comes crawling up my spine?
söndag, februari 22
Get It
Uncatalogued and out of context, that's how I would like to remember it. I left it like that last summer, and when the winter came I still didn't have a clue.
onsdag, februari 18
True Romance
If you're swimming in a pool of dark yellow water, seeing people's legs all around you, try not to get stuck down there. A friend told me this, I can't remember his name but I can see his face very clearly. He was thin, with pale blue eyes, and always wearing a blue bandana. He used to take me to the movies, and we would sit there and laugh secretely through the whole movie. Then he would take me to the beach where he used to go when he was a kid. It was all kind of romantic, you know, it even seems a bit unreal now, looking back. But it was as real as anything I know.
tisdag, februari 17
onsdag, februari 11
Daniele Baldelli's Dream: Another Take
"Reach for the inner depths, keep the faith open wide and never cover the sores, even when they are bleeding like crazy", I thought as I was walking home late one evening. On the way to my door, I met this crazy-looking man who stopped me and asked me for a moment of my time. "Time," I said. "Time. That's one thing I got plenty of, I guess." He looked a little uneasy as my words began to wander over to his side of the street, but as soon as my eyes met his, our words seemed to be walking side by side, holding hands, in the soft light of a hanging streetlight. Rain was pouring down, and our voices just kept floating through the night, not worrying over any tomorrows.
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