Photo:Emile Barret

We began by nodding our heads in time to the drumming, then our feet. Soon we were dancing round and around the pond, waving our arms and generally behaving in a very strange manner. (…) Never before had I experienced the joy of rhythmic dance, even in the days of foxtrot in the arms of some eligible young man. We seemed inspired by some marvelous power, which poured energy into our decrepit carcasses.- Leonora Carrington. The Hearing Trumpet.

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Category: Beats, Electronica, Rock

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  1. Emile says:

    Thank you very much for using my photo to illustrate this music !
    I feel really honored, because the music is really nice, and the text resonates a lot with my desires for more pictures.

    Mille mercis

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]