miry seawater is foaming round my feet
a frost-caked parasol
a strange holiday indeed
i've brought my camera to this
graveyard of a beach
to try + show you that
there's more here than there seems
//
a melting ice-cream
a cup of murky tea
you need to drown yourself to become the sea
let its salt into yr skin seep
i've got a salt heart inside of me
//
i take a picture + all there is is white
i show you anyway say it must just be the light
i burn the picture say just walk into the sea
we walk in
a thousand ghosts beside us
we sink to the bottom of that
great grey ugly dream
supported by 17 fans who also own “Drowning Yrself To Become The Sea”
Gothic dreams echoing in a mirror space where euphoria and fantasy are diffusely reflected, Creating a beautiful modern shoegaze that goes beyond My Bloody Valentine. aro
supported by 16 fans who also own “Drowning Yrself To Become The Sea”
PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten