My boys from Sinai Vessel have some amazing songs I tell you what.
Sinai Vessel- The Submariner
i’m charting oceans for the future,
writing songs for all the waves i’ll color in the coastline and you’ll fill in the blanks until my ink and architecture soak through the page and my blueprints fall like anchors, drowning depth with their weight. and the veins above grow taut with the falling saints, the arteries like ropes choking on their age, and the submariner’s wife has forgot his name 'cause he sunk himself away from the shores of grace.
the horizon makes a fool out of my design, caught beneath the stitch between the ocean and the sky where i haven’t got a single bottled note to rise where i haven’t got a single flare to a spark a sign but i swear a saw a sail carrying a light a heat that comes and drains these trenches dry a rescue that would drown my own device— and i think i see it now without the salt in my eyes.
'cause if i said that i could swim i'd be a liar. i’d be a liar, i’d be a liar, i’d be a liar…
the seas rend into orchards underneath my feet the dialogue resounds and i’m playing the lead my eyes will burn and oh! my throat will bleed for i will sing the beauty of this scene because you call me perfect and i call You blind 'cause the picture and the definition don't align but Your saliva is the tie by which the pages bind and Your breath the text that lets our justice redefine.
they call it a revival, but it’s more like a birth when the marrow in my bones begins to mix with the earth and the water in my lungs mixes as mud with the dirt and “hallelujah!” is recorded as my first spoken word.
I will never forget the way I felt the very first time I heard this song. It’s truly one of the most beautiful pieces of music I’ve ever heard.
“Time can be slowed if you live deliberately. If you stop and watch sunsets. If you spend time sitting on porches listening to the woods. If you give in to the reality of the seasons.”—Thomas Christopher Greene, I’ll Never Be Long Gone: A Novel (via exoticwild)
“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.”—(via schlafwandel)
"I wish we could take every path. I could spend a hundred years adoring you. Yes, I wish we could take every path, because you know I hated to close the door on you." —- "When it was dark I called and you came. When it was dark I saw shapes. When I see stars I feel in your hand, and I see stars and I reel, again." —- "Well mercy me, I’ll be goddamned. It’s been a long long time since I last saw you. And I have never known the plan. It’s been a long, long time, how are you?"
“Maybe I’ll just take this heart and throw it away, to a place that never snows. New England winters have grown so cold, without you here to keep me warm. Now I’ll take this dream and throw it right away because I’ve worked my hands to the bone. Now I’m just here waiting for you.”—"Ten Days", Traditions.