wound clocks run slow

The Dead of Winter

i waited for you to love me again, the play-write windows left open to the thin sun and lonely gale, typing away in sleepwalk slow traces while the seconds betray their passing from the clocks that haven't been wound, and i had a moment to remember your face before the words sang out from the speakers for the hundredth time today...

...when you hold what you love the most, and all that i have is this moments' ghost but i have to hold that close...

liam the younger - reveal hidden worlds

Liam the Younger - Skull on the Floor by axfight

state sides



gravity, she never bring me down...

gorillaz - the fall

preludes and nocturnes


















the gauzy side of town

party abstract

she runs her hand through the failing silver tinsel, across the milky window panes holding against the wind,turns twice to the synths from the speakers, saying only that she loves this song, and start to dance...

...like slow motion leaving me, she starts to sway nearer and nearer, white dress too thin for the season, defeated balloons parting like oceans beneath her feet, she looks like an angel, so beautiful in repose...

...i miss the way she sighed herself to sleep...

City of Music: Gayngs from MPLS.TV on Vimeo.


gayngs - self titled

still sound

50/52: Dancefloor Killer

your room, this house, your forgotten letter in my back pocket,this basement has high windows, this sample was built around your voice, these clocks are over, this love is so self sided and i am unable to move from the floor ...

Toro Y Moi - Still Sound by axfight