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@yourmagiclips
My imagination can be a problem. I’m prone to making my life, my family, and the world around me complicit in my cosmic fable, and often it’s not fair to manipulate the hard facts of life into a vision quest. But it’s all an attempt to extract meaning, and ultimately that’s what I’m in pursuit of, like: What’s the significance of these experiences?
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David Lynch and Isabella Rossellini, New York, 1986
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By yama-bato
Fourth of July
The evil it spread like a fever ahead It was night when you died, my firefly What could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? Well you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We’re all gonna die Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction Now, where am I? My fading supply Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry? And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right My little Versailles The hospital asked should the body be cast Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth Do you find it all right, my dragonfly? Shall we look at the moon, my little loon Why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife While it is light Well you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We’re all gonna die
- Sufjan Stevens, “Carrie & Lowell”
But where are all the Sufjan Stevens’s fans and where can I join them?
Supposedly Sufjan Stevens recorded “No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross” on his iPhone in a hotel room. The quiet hiss in the background is the air conditioner.
Sufjan Stevens’ Carrie & Lowell is named Best New Music
Album Art: Wild Nothing, Nocturne