Category: Spirituality

Jon Hopkins – Abandon Window

Jon Hopkins:

‘Abandon Window’ is a track that was actually written about the tsunami and earthquake in Japan (2011). It was through a special compilation that donated money (‘For Nihon’) to that, then I rerecorded it for this record.

It’s quite morbid subject, it’s about escaping from life.

If you’re crushed under buildings, the point at which you give up and just float away is the inspiration for that track really, trying to image that feeling when your soul escapes.

Quote of the Week

“The way to find out about happiness is to keep your mind on those moments when you feel most happy, when you are really happy – not excited, not just thrilled, but deeply happy.

This requires a little bit of self-analysis.

What is it that makes you happy?

Stay with it, not matter what people tell you.

This is what we call following your bliss.”

~ Joseph Campbell

Polly Scattergood – Cocoon

From my cocoon of angel wings
From my cocoon, I’m gonna let you in

They sing of lost electric love
They sing about hope
They sing of giving up
And then they sing about joy
They sing of pain
They sing about cold metallic blame

From my cocoon of angel wings
From my cocoon, I’m gonna let you in

They sing of waiting endlessly
They sing about lost eternity
Then they sing about waking up alone
They sing about being on your own

From my cocoon of angel wings
From my cocoon, I’m gonna let you in

I’m gonna let you in
I’m gonna let you in
Just as the drum begins
I hear it whispering
I’m gonna let you in
I’m gonna let you in
Just as the drum begins
I hear it whispering

As I stumble, look away
Don’t want you to see me this way
I am no good, I am no good at all
Nobody catch me when I fall
They see the spiral on the edge
They see the winter like a ledge
Upon a ledge, we all just stumble down
Not built to last, not built to stick around

From my cocoon of angel wings
From my cocoon, I’m gonna let you in

Do not go gentle into that good night

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~ Dylan Thomas (1914 – 1953}