Experiments In Nocturnal Sound and Energy

Finally found the energy to not fall asleep early like usual and had a night much like that of last summer.

just me, the streetlights, and some music.

i wanted to capture my contentment and all i had was my cellular phone, so due was made.


























Playlist:
Towers - Full Circle
Castevet - Summer Fences
Dolcim - Guillotine Ride

We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message

- AFI - spoken word at the end of Sing The Sorrow

I remember this would come on the cd player when i was hanging out with my friends late at night and we would all kind of stop and just listen to this part. It may be AFI poetry or whatever, but its....elegant...or at least nostalgic, to me at least. This album reminds me a lot of being young and staying up all night for no reason at all.

its 5 a.m. i can hear birds. lets call it a night, ok?