- 1Reliquary V - Spkysdbb
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“Why did I think my mind was defective?
I was so viciously, viciously moving,
all the time, into despair like dipping into a cold, still pond;
a private winter while the sun warms the air that wraps around me,
strange and welcoming.
Indeed, even at night here, the dark holds the heat of the earth.”
Dear Reader,
In the field of my memory, flatness reaches out from the flanks of a narrow southern highway. The air has a strange electric feel, like a force gathering between earth and sky, compressing the space in between. A tornado warning is in effect, and the approaching clouds are dark, pitching far-off sheets of rain. Violent wind rocks the car from side to side but inside is only eerie quiet, wrapped in the ambiance of our rising anxiety.
Who am I? The space between your thoughts and understanding. Second sight gifts and curses you to know too much about the other without them knowing you in return. Sometimes certain talents have a way of shaping you, like a language known only to yourself.
We stop in an abandoned town and walk the paths of its cemetery. Harmonic distortion: when a non-linear load alters the waveform, introduces integer multiples of the frequency. Breath sharp with electricity, they materialize out of the sound.
I’m the one used to hearing them. Whispers hanging in the air for centuries. A sight felt beyond the eyes.
The paranormal announces itself obliquely via distorted audio, flickering lights, tripped circuit breakers. Overheated, disharmonic. An arriving “noisy spirit” is a balm for my most unwanted burdens. The ghost becomes a soothing servant to my restless mind.
Distorted like through a stained glass window, something walks out of the lighting. We continue to drive through the storm.
Love,
RV
noise; abstraction
+ darkness
+ darkness
+ darkness
I can take all your blame
That version of me
Got so twisted in my head
What it’s like all the time
This is why I can never be there
Beats being in your
Soak up
Feels like
It’s so good
Feel that
Use me as your I’m there
To soak up all your sadness
Got to see through your eyes
Everything was dark inside
Production and vocals: Reliquary V
I was so viciously, viciously moving,
all the time, into despair like dipping into a cold, still pond;
a private winter while the sun warms the air that wraps around me,
strange and welcoming.
Indeed, even at night here, the dark holds the heat of the earth.”
Dear Reader,
In the field of my memory, flatness reaches out from the flanks of a narrow southern highway. The air has a strange electric feel, like a force gathering between earth and sky, compressing the space in between. A tornado warning is in effect, and the approaching clouds are dark, pitching far-off sheets of rain. Violent wind rocks the car from side to side but inside is only eerie quiet, wrapped in the ambiance of our rising anxiety.
Who am I? The space between your thoughts and understanding. Second sight gifts and curses you to know too much about the other without them knowing you in return. Sometimes certain talents have a way of shaping you, like a language known only to yourself.
We stop in an abandoned town and walk the paths of its cemetery. Harmonic distortion: when a non-linear load alters the waveform, introduces integer multiples of the frequency. Breath sharp with electricity, they materialize out of the sound.
I’m the one used to hearing them. Whispers hanging in the air for centuries. A sight felt beyond the eyes.
The paranormal announces itself obliquely via distorted audio, flickering lights, tripped circuit breakers. Overheated, disharmonic. An arriving “noisy spirit” is a balm for my most unwanted burdens. The ghost becomes a soothing servant to my restless mind.
Distorted like through a stained glass window, something walks out of the lighting. We continue to drive through the storm.
Love,
RV
noise; abstraction
+ darkness
+ darkness
+ darkness
I can take all your blame
That version of me
Got so twisted in my head
What it’s like all the time
This is why I can never be there
Beats being in your
Soak up
Feels like
It’s so good
Feel that
Use me as your I’m there
To soak up all your sadness
Got to see through your eyes
Everything was dark inside
Production and vocals: Reliquary V
