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Wherethehotboysat
Released 2011-08-11 07:51:12 +0100
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Quietly,


wondering eyes gaze upward


to the beauty,


to the horror,


to everything we’ve ever imagined,


and all that 


we couldn’t.


 


Patiently we open


our hearts, our hands


to infinity, and pull back


the clouds to get a glimpse


of what it means


to be magnificent.


 


And your soul is turning


over, under, in disarray


coming out through 


your mouth


and into mine


like snowflakes


on the tip of my tongue.


 


We bear in our minds


the fullness of life


the depth, the colour


your smile is the grace,


my feet are the passion,


carrying forth 


upward to every peak,


to every seashore


teeming with promise,


friendship,


discovery,


magick.


 


You gather drops of sunshine


in your tired hands,


and pocket silver moonbeams


and restless now,


hand-in-hand


our foundations shake


and the winds


sing to us secret songs


of everything it knows


as we fall further


into ourselves, into


each other, faced with new light


brave, uncertain


and anxious


but true.


 


 


Your eyes were dim


coloured like winter,


your hands were strong


but filled with fear


and they matched mine


as I sought shelter.


I whisper into your skin


eternal tales of the stars,


and you wonder why


they would stay and protect our tiny souls


and I don’t know,


but I know,


and it’s in your hands


wrapped around mine.


 


It’s in the solitude,


and in the wonder,


the secret to everything,


sought after with fresh hearts


and broken bones


but here among us


in the light of the darkness,


and in the warm of the winter


it shines in mystical splendor


the starlight of our bodies,


the cosmos of your eyes,


that bloom anew with every breath


 


it’s here,


it’s everywhere,


brightly wound in our hands


to carry forth


and outward, and down,


and as far as we can take it


until our eyes again


climb up


in search of everything


we’ve found,


and what we’ve


forgotten.


 


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I heard Johnny Clyde's "Electric Winter" and heard all of these different stories in the music, so I listened to it on repeat and wrote them out.


This is the first time I've ever written anything to music (although not for a song, per se), and it took a lot of rewinding and replaying but I like the way the words and the music go together.


So if anyone wants to do a reading set to the song (this piece isn't as long as the song is), that'd be swell.


<3C

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