City Lights

Constantly risking absurdity

Vessel // Zola Jesus

Word.

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Skin // Zola Jesus

4 months ago

Sometimes you see a kite so high, so wise it almost knows the wind. It travels, then chooses to land in one spot and no other and no matter how you yank, run this way or that, it will simply break its chord, seeks its resting place and bring you, blood-mouthed, running. 

“Jim! Wait for me!”

So now Jim was the kite, the wild twin cut, and whatever wisdom was his taking him away from Will who could only run, earthbound, after one so high and dark and silent and suddenly strange. 

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{Excerpt fromt the novel Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury}

A Case of You // James Blake

I remember that time you told me you said
“Love is touching souls” 
Surely you touched mine 
‘Cause part of you pours out of me 
In these lines from time to time

A song by Joni Mitchell

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Intro (feat. Zola Jesus) // M83

We didn’t need a story, we didn’t need a real world
We just had to keep walking
And we became the stories, we became the places
We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds
We were you before you even existed

I suppose a fitting start to the new year. 

5 months ago
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Weather of a Killing Kind // The Tallest Man On Earth

I don’t think he can write a bad song. 

5 months ago
“The only position that leaves me with no cognitive dissonance is atheism. It is not a creed. Death is certain, replacing both the siren-song of Paradise and the dread of Hell. Life on this earth, with all its mystery and beauty and pain, is then to be lived far more intensely: we stumble and get up, we are sad, confident, insecure, feel loneliness and joy and love. There is nothing more; but I want nothing more.”
- Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011)

“The only position that leaves me with no cognitive dissonance is atheism. It is not a creed. Death is certain, replacing both the siren-song of Paradise and the dread of Hell. Life on this earth, with all its mystery and beauty and pain, is then to be lived far more intensely: we stumble and get up, we are sad, confident, insecure, feel loneliness and joy and love. There is nothing more; but I want nothing more.”

- Christopher Hitchens (1949-2011)