Swans - Lyrics to Kirsten Supine

May moonlight fall upon your breast
May god send wind to lick your lips
The river flows beneath your comb
Granite, pines -silver shine, green velvet throne
Folding in, folding in, the watern sings the black horse scream
May planets crash, may god rain ash, to sear our skin, to fold us in
Kneeling close, seeking hands, our blood is warm, but what comes next!

I will let it go, I can’t let it go
I won’t let it go, I can let it go

I love Grimes, she seems so genuinely overwhelmed with everything that’s happened to her over the last few years. Not that she doesn’t deserve it, but takes it all in with such a down to earth attitude. Much love.

Robert Anton Wilson The Illuminatus trilogy

Robert Anton Wilson The Illuminatus trilogy

Seriously one of the prettiest songs and videos I have listened to in a long time. Not my usual taste in sound but lovely words and sentiment.

Dog: He has a wet nose from snuffleing on our early morning walk. 

Isn’t he handsome?

Dog: He has a wet nose from snuffleing on our early morning walk.

Isn’t he handsome?