Angelo – The Tower of Babel

I direct my gaze high into the sky, remove the chains that bind me
and open the door.
I won’t give up until I feel that empty sky, still just out of sight,
with these hands.

it pierces right through my skin, a helix of destruction
that changes everything
in order to survive, a new breed is born,
that separates me from the past

the sound as it crumbles
the end result of lust with no outlet

hair streaming in the wind, spraying your poison about
the sins begin to pile up
trading the sadness that breaks your heart for the purpose behind your vows.
in the corroding darkness, it was like I couldn’t see anything
it was as if even the faintly blurring memory never existed at all.

deep in those black eyes, the fading light shows me wings
in that empty sky, still just out of sight,
I sought the future.

carried up and away on the wind
the end result of lust from which there is no escape

hair streaming in the wind, spraying your poison about
the sins begin to pile up
trading the sadness that breaks your heart for the purpose behind your vows.
in the corroding darkness, it was like I couldn’t see anything
it was as if even the faintly blurring memory never existed at all.

I evolve and bring with me thoughts that connect through the ages

I stand there in the scenery that vanishes like an illusion unable to do anything
forever speaking to you, who has forgotten even how to smile
in the ruins that obscure the view, I see you there and nothing else
even if we’ve angered the heavens, our impulse remains, provoking the ire.

Translated By: Briana & Takako Stewart

Angelo – Feather

white feathers fall through the air
caught in a rain that rewrites even the future
blending together with the tears
nowhere left to run, a sad face looks on.

the more you hunger for the future you fantasize about
the farther away it gets
your mind to be shut by the cold wind
that blows through the recesses of your heart

when you look up, floating there without fail, is the sun that will one day burn us all up
please guide the feelings that we’ve held for an eternity.

the red string of fate pulled taut, caught in a rain that robs you of even your hope
you’ve followed that string to its end over and over again,
but every time you catch the end, you lose it. And still you long for it.

the closer you get to the end you fantasize about,
the farther away it gets
the fever of your pulse rising in the recesses of your heart, makes up your mind

when you look up, floating there without fail, is the sun that will one day burn us all up
please guide the feelings that we’ve held for an eternity.

and yet still, one far off distant day, we’ll tire of this and die off
like we forsake the throngs of people that once believed in the infinite.

when you look up, floating there without fail, is the sun that will one day burn us all up
please guide the feelings that we’ve held for an eternity.
when you look up, floating there impermanently, is the sun that sees all
please guide the feelings, that continue to gush forth without end

Translated By: Briana & Takako Stewart

Björk to the Future: Part I

If you have never heard of Icelandic superstar pixie muffin Björk, you were never alive during the 90s. For all her intrinsic weirdness, Björk’s music in the 90s was always a reliable source of fifth dimensional electronic dance floor passion. It saddens me that this generation may only know her as the girl that wore the swan dress to the MTV Music Awards 2001 Academy Awards show. Well, I mean that’s a hell of a thing to be remembered for but it dismays me that her music has taken a backseat to her persona. Even though her music has always been in and around my life, Björk has never been mine except for my brief love affair with Lars Von Trier’s gutwrenching drama, Dancer n the Dark. All my friends owned her CDs so I never felt the need to be redundant in my purchases. I’ve always been threatening to dive into her work one day and this is that day.

[But wait, there’s more!]