||"Knowing Me Knowing You (with Ville Valo)"
||We obsess over the shards of pain that are small enough to hold in our hands, not because the bigger ones don't matter, but because you cannot negotiate while being crushed.|
||We seek moments in which we can imagine love having the power to lift you off of the streeet, up, low enough to touch the people you love but high enough that the traffic cannot reach you.|
||"Steal the Night"
||We find filters that transmute crowd scenes into slow motion, into frozen frames, into dioramas we can reach into, carefully, and reposition.|
||We are moved and pulled and yanked headlong by whatever gets tangled in all these wires between us.|
||"Black Knight Satellite (Single Version)"
||We search for these things that can separate power and elation from anger and fear.|
||Kroon & Lunde
||"Within a Dream (feat. Marthe Pfirrmann)"
||Within a Dream (feat. Marthe Pfirrmann) +1
||We require serenity to be whole, but can't stop seeking it in negation.|
||"Village of Flickering Torches"
||To Starve the Cross
||Serenity is not the silencing of noise, it is the integration of noise.|
||Not the denial of complexity but the factoring of it.|
||We create dark sunlit markets for artisanal reconstructions of primordial chaos.|
||Christ Clad in White Phosphorus
||And then tear them apart and sell the pieces as scrap.|
||"Blood of Bannockburn"
||But remember when we were invincible? When we thought armor would keep us safe?|
||Bright Light Bright Light
||"How Does It Feel"
||We are not safe.|
||We are not civilized.|
||"Born an Angel"
||Nothing important is complete yet, but nothing meaningful is ever finished.|
||So there's still time. This is what the future is trying to promise us, in its pre-decaying beeps.|
||Every evil exists against a background of radiance, and is visible for a moment and then consumed.|
||"Bright Lights (feat. Sincerely Collins)"
||Some of the time, at least, it is that silhouette instant they are actually after. We foster dramatic evil by the illusion that attention is redemption.|
||But the moment always passes, and the joyously trivial cheerfully resumes.|
||This is how nihilism can be irresistible and yet always lose.|
||"You Just Want"
||The survivors keep breathing.|
||And soon return to their stubborn vainglorious sorcery|
||and mordant rituals.|
||"Degraded - Edit"
||You think you've discredited them, only to find they've learned a lesson.|
||"Glow in the Dark"
||Glow in the Dark +1
||You keep stealing flags, but leaving behind anthems.|
||These Hidden Hands
||Stealing complacency, but leaving behind resolve.|
||The truth is, your hatred is life and death to you, but we have better things to do. We have simpler problems we're busy oversimplifying.|
||El Ten Eleven
||"Fanshawe, Pt. 2"
||Swoon / Fanshawe, Pt. 2 2
||We're trying to build things out of Legos and transistors and drums.|
||Benni Hemm Hemm
||We're falling in love with anything done by 11-14 Icelanders.|
||We're starring in nonexistent epics|
||Valkyrie (Original Trailer Music)
||where we are carried away from this|
||by forces with both gravity and antigravity, where you have only the transient thud of inert weight.|
||"Punks In A Disco Bar"
||You cannot unhear our voices.|
||The Weekend Classic
||"Tethered (feat. Joe Taylor)"
||You cannot make us forget how we have felt.|
||18th & Addison
||You cannot forget us.|
||And your campaign will run out of your righteous refusals long before it runs out of our flourishes or embraces.|
||We have long since dreamed past this.|
||"Send My Love"
||We send our love.|
||"Arbiters of the Apocalypse"
||You send your demons into battle, and we receive them into a dance.|
||"Weiß wie der Schnee"
||I think you think there's a difference.|
||But a battle is a dance in which the dancers have forgotten about music.|
||"Second Class Sex"
||I think you think there's a difference.|
||But there is not, and all other errors devolve from this one.|
||The same love produces all the noises.|
||All anthems are equal.|
||Lonely The Brave
||"Place Isn't Lost"
||All anthems are the war we fight together against silence.|
||"Stop the Rain"
||All our songs are calls for less rain or more, for union or release.|
||Or they just say that, whatever happens, we are here.|
||To the Rats and Wolves
||And, sometimes, that we're fucking angry.|
||Or that we're playing with anger to figure out how to disarm it.|
||Like we play with euphoria to figure out how it works.|
||Still in Search
||"The Sun & the Sea"
||But the key, I think, is that one way or another we allow the music to lift us up.|
||"Nichts was es nicht gibt"
||Sometimes, to let it, we have to forgive its presumption that it can.|
||"Vivaldi - Spring"
||That can be challenging.|
||Other times, it doesn't lift us so much as give us a substructure.|
||Or a method.|
||But here's the thing: if you can learn to be moved by other people's incomprehensible anthems, then you can fear them less.|
||And if you don't have to spend your energy fearing other people, you can use it for other things.|
||"Tora Tha Matheis"
||Paola Ta Kalitera
||Other better things.|