Sunday, December 14, 2014

Above the Vines - Glasswort

Here is a recent practice version of this song.

Here are the lyrics.
white stones
some kind of rubble piled over there
a river washed out a bridge
back in the day
when you weren’t here

among the ruins
fertile soil for your fingernails
every kind of seed
will grow for you

farm skin
not as dark as the soil
that’s as dark as your hair
you mostly keep to this down
city dreams are off somewhere
where school friends
glided to when you said good bye
in their cubicles
no one can see them cry

platform good byes
museum cafe smiles
liquid crystal skies

two winter melons
fit on your scooter back to town
a good day’s harvest
for grandma’s soup
on these trellises
hang a bounty that provides
a simple thing
don’t have to - there is no why

and they speed by
never surprised
above the vines
across your eyes

platform good byes
museum cafe smiles
liquid crystal skies

and they speed by
never surprised
above the vines
across your eyes

Bluestar - Seaside

[link] This album cover (pic below)
captures a theme that I've been wanting to work on with Glasswort, my new band. The aesthetics of industrial and post-industrial urban outskirts.  These are some of the settings that have affected me most deeply from my travels in Taiwan and my one trip to Japan.
 My song, Above the Vines is in this vein.

Silent Girl - Seaside

[link] These guys (and girls) have mastered the form. One of the signature motifs of this brand of SG is the contrast of the breathy high female vocals and the machine-coarse whirr of the guitar tracks.

Giggle and Blush - Seaside

[link] Great SG band from Indonesia.  I'll try to post more from them.

was gone for a while

Work and home stuff.  Things are OK.  But still busy.  So there will be a bit of a hole. I'll try to get back into it soon.
Thought for now: I find myself not wanting to have my consciousness taken over by a strong, serious movie.  Certainly not in a theater but for most stories, not anywhere right now. I need to keep it light and stay in control of the stories I consume.