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Converging in the noise II

It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind’s bride.
-Charles Godfrey Leland

“Trick or treat?… Better this noisy punk, rock and metal selection”

The noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf. Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below.
-Ernest Shackleton

Image: Jamie Drouin

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Category: Rock

3 Responses

  1. Ángel says:

    Please more metal or stoner rock!
    Triángulo de amor bizarro blew my mind.

  2. Dana says:

    Yes, all we want is noisy punk and metal when halloween is here.
    thanks for the pelican.

    X hearty
    twitter: @heartymagazine

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The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence

of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;

futures that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.

-Untranslatable Song [1]