We should just die in each other’s arms, now. It will never be like this again.
It’s already changing in ways we can’t even know or understand.
So perfect now, but it’s only like this because were innocent… until now.
It’s true, there is fate.
Our fate is to taste the perfect fruit of the garden, then fall from grace.
https://vimeo.com/326543196 A video I shot for https://www.christinahuynh.com.au
The storm has raged and seethed and sung
And rent the air and left undone
The knots that tie both time and tide
With niceties now cast aside (like pauper's clothes)
Bruised, spent and fragrant lovers
Linger rapt in sweet repose
Death awaits at journey’s end
A silent half-thought sentence
Suspended in mid-air
Neither floating up nor down; just there
With care I would attend the words
wrought for that closing phrase
So many drafts, how densely filled that final august page
How tedious, how tiresome the bleak unmetered text
In vain anticipation of some good that must come next
Attend you now the space before that final deathly dot
It’s there for you to fill with love,
for that is all you’ve got.
The elongated shadow cast by the timber cottage blocked the morning sun’s rays from reaching the narrow path by which the boy and his grandmother approached the beach each day.
The small building was plain and unremarkable except for the kitchen chimney which jutted skywards at an awkward angle due to an error in its construction.
Translated in dark silhouette onto the rippled sand of the beach, the chimney’s conical steel cap sometimes seemed to be pointing out the spot where the boy’s grandmother would wait, towel in hand, for him to return from the freezing foam of the ocean each day.
We never think we’re bad
We never think it’s us
Just maybe a little mad...
But we don’t like to discuss, it
doesn’t matter that we’re haunted
By the stupid things we've done
That we still live in the shadows cast
By wounded friends and lovers
And cower, cold, and shunned by others
It’s over... and over again
It’s the stare of former friends
At wits’ end...
At the wit’s end.
https://vimeo.com/308830530 This one (Canute was no Fool) was recorded as a demo sometime around 2014/15 on the single-track Otari MX-5050 you see in the video, which was shot on iPhone 5S. Once again I've done considerable messing with the original files to try to overcome their respective shortcomings.
https://vimeo.com/308715069 If memory serves me correctly the video and audio was recorded (separately of course) on an iPhone 5S sometime around 2013/14. I found the files this morning as I was trying to create some space on a hard drive by throwing old files into the black hole of trash. Although neither the sound or [...]