From the recording Shooting Rockets Towards the Sun
With an empty shell pressed against your ear light years from the sea, what could you expect to hear under a land-locked grey skied canopy, with a noise to signal ratio of ten thousand to two, you’d think the message would be too far below the threshold to get through. So as you move away from static perception improves to fully grasp the new dynamic with every road block now removed. What Neptune’s whisper hinted at was greater things for you, hand in hand you took a chance and headed out where blue meets blue. The sound of the waves is like two hearts in phase. The frequencies align. The energy you gained could not be measured nor contained as your love amplified and amplified for all to hear. Where trees are tall and the vortex is strong and gravity feels all askew. Magnetic fields that point your compasses wrong, let instinct reset you to true. Now there must be a million grains of sand in just your couch alone, at least enough to pile up by hand and build a castle of your own. Communing here for all to see with invisible glue and electrons shared covalently bonding the two of you.