TRIVIA:
- This song has not yet been officially
released.
WORDS FROM KRISTIN:
"A couple of guys spilled off their motorcycle in front of us and dies
instantly, under a full moon. That desert moon that still shines on LA through the light noise. It actually seemed extra dark
right then, even with the neon and the streetlights glaring and that crazy moon. The men crumpled to the ground and then froze
in two homunculus heaps as their motorcycle spun away and crashed on its own against the sidewalk.
When we saw
that the cops were gonna leave the men lying there, we realized they were no longer men, but bodies. All us traffic people
who were still alive took a minute to feel sad and then we drove on. Our car was headed for the real desert, the unspoiled
one, the one that gets so freakishly dark, you can't see your own feet. Sparks and sparklers light up the stuff that really
matters there.
And
when the sun appears, it opens everything up to squinting eyeballs. No secrets in the daytime desert. You cook and blister
in its expansiveness and freeze in its contracted shadows. This is rising to an occasion though, so it doesn't hurt.
Keep driving.
Cross the bottom of the country and watch the landscape green up and wet itself down. Rain seeps through everything in the
American south, whether it's raining or not. Just the memory of past rain soaks the trees, whose branches hang heavy
and drip mystery moisture. Sparks and sparklers light up the day here.
And rising to this landscape's occasion
means clean dreaming, swearing off parody, soaking in wicked memories that drip off the branches like so much forgotten rain.
Love, Kristin"
