Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Sunday, 4 November 2018
Sunday, 14 October 2018
Tuesday, 2 October 2018
Sunday, 23 September 2018
The one you are looking for is not here
Wednesday, 12 September 2018
Saturday, 8 September 2018
Wednesday, 5 September 2018
Where our hearts beat as one
Cult of Luna
From the skyline dark clouds move in
From the skyline dark clouds move in
They shroud me with her cold cover
Eyes like daggers puncture the skin
Isolated in a room with no others
Where do I turn when all hope is lost?
Where do I find forgiveness?
My search for salvation has begun
To find a place where our hearts beat as one
Eyes like daggers puncture the skin
Isolated in a room with no others
Where do I turn when all hope is lost?
Where do I find forgiveness?
My search for salvation has begun
To find a place where our hearts beat as one
Wednesday, 22 August 2018
Saturday, 11 August 2018
Friday, 27 July 2018
Tuesday, 10 July 2018
Monday, 2 July 2018
Wednesday, 20 June 2018
Tuesday, 12 June 2018
Saturday, 2 June 2018
Tuesday, 29 May 2018
John Coltrane: A Love Supreme
Original album, December 9, 1964:
Part 1: Acknowledgement
Part 2: Resolution
Part 3: Pursuance
Part 4: Psalm
Live at Festival Mondial du Jazz Antibes, July 26, 1965:
Introduction by André Francis
Acknowledgement
Resolution
Pursuance
Psalm
Studio sessions, December 9 and 10, 1964:
Resolution (Alternate take)
Resolution (Breakdown)
Acknowledgement (Alternate take)
Acknowledgement (Alternate take)
See also:
Afro Blue, by John Coltrane
The world according to John Coltrane
Thelonious Monk and John Coltrane
Charlie Parker and John Coltrane: in pictures
So What, by Miles Davis
Afro Blue, by John Coltrane
The world according to John Coltrane
Thelonious Monk and John Coltrane
Charlie Parker and John Coltrane: in pictures
So What, by Miles Davis
Saturday, 26 May 2018
Respire: these scars no longer hold us
Respire quote from Dénouement
"this record... is an attempt at closure. a reflection on a decade spent gasping underwater. a reflection on trauma, addiction, guilt... yet it is in practice of something else: a wanting to let go. to open up. to find within. to take back agency and reveal this wounded self untethered. to expel this haunting of our hearts... the corrosive rotting of the ego... the pain we lose ourselves in. this presence... these streets... these scars... no longer hold us. this record, this attempt at catharsis... is to let you know that if you’ve ever felt the sentiments expressed here, you’re not alone... we feel the same emptiness. wherever there is hurt, there is a chance for the reverse: connection. whenever you feel alone, remember that in this life, we are only alone when we isolate ourselves. when we let our pain possess us. poison us... to those living with this spectre, we see you... your trauma, your scars... are as valid to us as our own. we hope our effort to lay bare this framework helps to break the cycle of isolation. we will reach the light... together..."
Trauma unbinds me
Pages spill out
Flood,
Overtake
Everything
And anything
The ego sheds
Detachment now
A loss profound
A heart that tears will
Bleed, endless
Breathless, I fall
Help me up
Help me up.
I wish I could undo the
Years spent drowning this in dust.
I found the deafening silence so
Comforting.
I lost all I had
Back then
Back then
Back then.
Underneath all this,
A weak heart beats, still true.
Underneath always,
A fading light still burns.
I tried to believe it all,
Tried to keep faith that
This would end someday.
But still it comes crashing,
Still the pain resounds.
I’m lost and out of rope.
You’re more than this...
You’re more than the
Things you’ve done
This hate turned in
The loss profound
Detach,
Detach.
You’re more than this.
You’re more than this,
I promise.
Pages spill out
Flood,
Overtake
Everything
And anything
The ego sheds
Detachment now
A loss profound
A heart that tears will
Bleed, endless
Breathless, I fall
Help me up
Help me up.
I wish I could undo the
Years spent drowning this in dust.
I found the deafening silence so
Comforting.
I lost all I had
Back then
Back then
Back then.
Underneath all this,
A weak heart beats, still true.
Underneath always,
A fading light still burns.
I tried to believe it all,
Tried to keep faith that
This would end someday.
But still it comes crashing,
Still the pain resounds.
I’m lost and out of rope.
You’re more than this...
You’re more than the
Things you’ve done
This hate turned in
The loss profound
Detach,
Detach.
You’re more than this.
You’re more than this,
I promise.
Thursday, 17 May 2018
Leave me here and I'm born again
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Out of a secret longing
They know their way from here
Out of a growing dream
They follow the road we create
I see what I've cut behind me
Lost on the bottom you often found me there
False conscience is beyond me
Lost in the backwoods I lie open to you here
Just leave me here
These men are running hard
But you keep down your voices
Living only to judge heavy
All mysteries aside there was a truth outside
Leave me here and I'm born again
Leave me here in this void again
Now I am open left for dead
Just like salvation comes in the end
They know their way from here
Out of a growing dream
They follow the road we create
I see what I've cut behind me
Lost on the bottom you often found me there
False conscience is beyond me
Lost in the backwoods I lie open to you here
Just leave me here
These men are running hard
But you keep down your voices
Living only to judge heavy
All mysteries aside there was a truth outside
Leave me here and I'm born again
Leave me here in this void again
Now I am open left for dead
Just like salvation comes in the end
See also:
Saturday, 12 May 2018
My world, my home, my loves, my memories
For every pass
Of this moon
Embers wait
Commune
A dawn's harvest
Spores
Burrowing
Ash
Covering
My world
My home
My loves
My memories
So tell me how I've come so far
Repression of memories
Behind a door best kept shut
Suppression of daily deeds
A crushing venom weeping
Into these hands
A plague upon a frame
Growing on the inside
Withering a simple sullen home
Plague upon the frame
Crawling from within
Simple sullen home
Withering away
Locked behind a door
Of secrets best kept shut
Crushing venom wept
Right into the hands
Plague upon the frame
Crawling from within
Withering away
Simple sullen homes
Won't you play
Your trumpet well
Gabriele
Let this go
Won't you play
Your trumpet well
Gabriele
And pray that I can rest
Spores
Burrowing
Ash
Covering
Spores
Burrowing
Ash
[Dark Lyrics]
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