The LUV IN THE RUINS artbook merges annotated album texts with the photography of Chris Cox to further unravel the album-sphere. 52 pages. Limited to 50 editions.
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lyrics
The lake is first, a perfect plane
for all my sophic shamelessness to dissipate
but the lake is not a baptismal
no vast religious metaphor
and I am not contingent nor innate
a figure at the shoreline
figure at the mountain’s base
oh my transgressive pilgrimage
my lovesick body torn like bread
Laura is a mystic at NYU
jewel of a misty eye, dyslexic lover
contented by none though mourning for one
but up here on this mountain, seven stories high
you shrug your grief like negligee
as we wander from the village light
your Brooklyn lips, my nowhere mouth
you kiss me where the houses part
you held our tiny bodies together through our coats
I remember your lips, how they felt distinct and cold
all of my moonlush lovers once my daylight friends
exhausted by all of my means and misplaced ends
never dreamt beside
never dreaming beside
I wanna be the one that almost kills you
I wanna die in all your dreams
at one unconscious peak
a woman between twin streams
she says, “this place has been called ‘shelter’
in helter skelter disbelief”
and waking I am so relieved
to learn you took an early train
I wanna be alone today and always
in solitude and grace
in solitude and silent grace
I am not in love
when the world is close
not drawn out in light
not infinite in black
I am enough for it
I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop
Such a special album I struggle to think of what to say about it. At times I'm afraid or put off even listening to it and sometimes its the most comforting thing in the world. I got this from a vinyl code and I only listened to that physical copy of it the morning after the night my dog died. The first time I ever lost someone that meant the world to me and it was the first time I didn't cry to it. This album is beautiful and if youre reading this, you are loved memon_dayz