Track seven of Future Ghosts.
swept by
fingers sing
my should have been
her taut
her stray
her season
what wilds her
that's where
i want to be
bind moon
sine swift
feral light
where was she
when i was
for sale?
-
that page
that tinct
that nudge me to
where's what i know
wide between
nine and what i do
-
come into
my breath
my name
my no
my lieu
my lungs
piscis-perfect
grade my light
field my occult vision
The music here draws on the Shamania track Tesseract [deepblue2519 reprise] and the Shamania out-take Sunday To Tuesday [No One Calls]. This latter track is otherwise unreleased in any form. As with the rest of Future Ghosts, all three sections of this text first appeared on my Twitter feed on the days they were written. I frequently post new texts and ideas on Twitter, which is a good incentive for you to follow me if you wish.
There's little I'd add by way of comment on the text, other than that it was largely inspired and influenced by Swans' 2014 album To Be Kind, in particular the track She Loves Us! It wasn't until later that I noticed I'd accidentally part-borrowed the latter's line 'come to my lungs'.
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