beyond love

matt johnson’s lyrics are some of my favorite and on random mode, i stumbled upon one of his older songs that seem to hit the core of my being.  

 

Move away from the window and into the light
There are some things in this life that you just cant fight
Its as if the spirits above have cast a little spell upon us
Its as if heaven above is beckoning us
So let us take off our crosses and lay them in a tin
And let our weakness become virtue instead of sin
Our bodies stand naked as the day they were born
And tremble like animals before a coming storm

Take me beyond love
Up to something above
Upon this bed, between these sheets
Take me to a happiness beyond human reach

The force of life is rushing through our veins
In and out like the tide it comes in waves
The drops of semen and the clots of blood
Which may, one day, become like us
With outstretched hands reaching beyond love
And up to something above

Before our juices run cold and our flesh grows old
Let me feed upon your breast and draw closer to your soul
Let me stay with you tonight and Ill offer you my world
Ill take you to the angels if youll take me to myself

Take me beyond love
Up to something above
Upon this bed, between these sheets
Take me to a happiness beyond human reach

Beyond the grasp of lust
Beyond the need for trust
Beyond the gaze of the sick and the lame
Beyond the stretch of human pain

Mysteries Of Love

I was listening to another version of the song by antony and the johnsons earlier this morning and it really hit deep inside me. his voice is definitely along the line of a love/hate thing but i am leaning towards love at the moment. the solemnness his voice is tragically poetic and given how i feel about the subject manner, i am feeling like i am on the verge of insanity again.

lyrics for the song…(download the song)

Sometimes
A wind blows
And you and I
Float
In love
And kiss forever
In a darkness
And the mysteries of love
Come clear
And dance
In light
In you
In me
And show
That we
Are Love

Sometimes
A wind blows
And you and I
Float
In love
And kiss forever
In a darkness
And the mysteries of love
Come clear
And dance
In light
In you
In me
And show
That we
Are Love

my favorite cocteau twins album

it’s very difficult pick one album as a seminal favorite but i think after 10 years of appreaciation i have finally decided that that album is the moon and the melodies. every track on it just simply oozes with sublime and peaceful bliss. undoubtedly mr budd’s contribuation to this release is what takes this into the realm of godlike. i remember the first time i discovered at amoeba records in berekeley as a vinyl release. my roommate and i at that time would listen to it endlessly, even enjoying the very crackle of the medium. i think i was living on blake street at that time, a little studio apartment behinid the house of an old asian landlord name ms pearl. it was almost cute. too young and sensitive but different men listening to new age music will debating on who was going to get to sleep on the shitty roll up bed that we had pick up at a garage sale. so many wonderful memories with this album, even in painful states of substance induced mental euphoria and physical destruction. the funny thing was i was joking with mr budd the other week when he was working on his project with robin. it’s easy for me to forget how much i respect and admire their work and just treat like ‘normal’ folks. still, i think the important thing is to be inspired by the work to create your own interpretation of revelation. ‘art is the clothing of revelation’ – joe campbell.

sea swallow me – i think i can name this tune one note, two on a bad day. there is much sadness and hope in this song. a bittersweet farewell. a new beginning. the acceptance of change. the celebration of soul.

bloody and blunt – tender kisses on warm summer night with the moon at half crescent. the softly crashing sea is the lullaby of young lovers.

memory gongs – a long journey with quiet determination. a fading dream of a former life stenched with nostalgic overtones.

why do you love me – a whisper that undresses the spirit. a nibble that drowns the senses.

the ghost has no home – a countryside evening with distance laughter. as a rolling fog engulfs two lovers, a star is born. the moon reflections causes ripples in the pond of nourishment.

eyes are mosaics – strangers laughing at their own awkwardness for falling in love on a freight elevator.

ooze out and away onehow – letting go of the beauty of life and love buy only find more glory.