In Wake (Chelyabinsk)
Title | In Wake (Chelyabinsk) |
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Artist | Augustine Esterhammer-Fic |
Album | Nothing is Hidden |
Release Date | 2014-02-19 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | The sky shattered like a depth charge He ran outside with his camera on just to find The miracle of seeing nothing at all And every paint chip and sidewalk tag Alive among the wreckage Of the everyday Asserted itself: "I am all I am Colliding with myself Pan to a sidewalk blowing away And back to the sidewalk I grew up upon I am all that is Colliding with itself - A quick drop in the mind of somebody else And torn pages left folded in their shelves." This is the way the world looks at me (This is the way the world sees through me) Does it recognize itself at all? When he finds When I find The quiet song of dropped cloth becomes a deafening cry The stone throw of a god away from ceasing to sound (The miracle of hearing nothing at all) And every thought that could've burned with the world Is playing out its beauty through a shutter and a piece of glass It's singing the through bones of every house in the world And on the face of every neighbor looking up at the sky: "I am all I am Colliding with myself Now pan to a sidewalk blowing away And back to a sidewalk I grew up upon I am all that is Colliding with itself - A quick drop in the mind of somebody else And torn pages left folded in their shelves." This is the way the world looks at me Does it recognize itself at all? You might also likeA lost glove by the side of the road Undeveloped film in my mother's basement |