tisdag, april 27

The Traveller









Someone travelled to eight different countries. In some, he stayed for several weeks. In others, he just spent a few hours dining, talking to one or two people that he would meet, just passing time, briefly getting to know his surroundings. He would often feel more at home in these short stays, maybe because of the easy nature of them. In the longer stays, he would always run the risk of starting to feel the pressures of a holiday, but stepping out of an airport in a foreign land for an hour or two would be very much like stepping out of your own door after a night's sleep.


Everything But The Girl - Birds

måndag, april 26

No Love Lost









I thought I saw sparkling crystal lights floating down the wall in front of me. I reached out to touch the cold stone and I felt an easy shiver as my hand touched the light grey bricks. Small drips of clear water appeared over my fingertips, I tasted it and held my tongue there for a little while. I took one step forward, and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then I started slowly licking the bricks, softly touching the raspy, dewy texture with the tip of my tongue. At first I felt a wet sensation, but it soon dried out, and the dryness grew into an overwhelming feeling. I stopped abruptly, staggered back and looked at my hands. They were light pink, I clenched them until they were red like the inside of my mouth.


Steve Tibbetts - Form

måndag, januari 4

Ruin










I smile too, rise slowly, and walk into the next room where the floor is replaced by a dark starry sky. The steps that I take seem to be reproducing themselves and weaken as an echo. I lose touch with the ground and soon the stars are above me. I look into your mouth, it is as dark as the night outside, and just like outside, I see a million stars shining there. The words make me smile again. Your lips stretch and meet my laughter. I turn silent, the gravity heightens around us. A vault seems to be pressing itself upwards with all its weight to the sky. Everything on the inside seems to be weighing a thousand times more than anything on the outside. Once again the floor is a black sea of stars, I can feel it rushing against my feet. "Come, let's go out and look from the outside!"


It looks like a photo I've seen sometime but it's much too dark. On a closer look there are thousands and thousands of stars shining in every stone. Everything here has lasted much longer than us, yet we haven't seen anything. Everything is quiet. We climb a wall. Small pieces fall off and hit the ground as our weight is being pushed against the cold rocks. The beige colours of the stone resemble a pink shade of viloet in this light, I manage to think and you look as if you are ready to jump. We throw ourselves out in the darkness and the stars are not shining brighter, they just continue to carry our hope.


The Edge - The Strange Party


Daniele Losi - Tom Tom Beat


Zulu Gang - I Got A Magic Feeling