Milwaukee & Ashland
演唱：Anthony JosephI was standing on the cornerof Milwaukee and Ashland,and all the substance of my breath could not hold me stillwithin the torrent.In that moment of singularityI had stepped outof a dream of lifeinto a whirlpool, as dark asthe bottom of the sea.Something had shiftedto shape that darknessand set me far adriftfrom home
I stood tall in my canoebeside the subway on Division Street ruminating like a halo, thinking between the concerns of spiritual death and rebirth
Between the knowledge of false consciousness and the pendulum of breathin that liminal space betweentime and the light which dreams us. Someone called me by my true name and I must have ran, I must have ran or I must've stayed awake till dawn
In an empty apartmenttoo afraid to sleep that night
I was in a taxi to Humboldt Parkand on the radio, the Stylistics were singing
People make the world go aroundand we were passingalong West Augusta Boulevardin the brightness of the villageNow all the thingswhich used to make me smileseemed distantBut If I could just float out of my mind maybe I could find my way backto something I might at least recogniseas transcendent
Blossom blossom blossom
I was in Humboldt Park, staringat the sun. And all around me, life was aflameI felt the vibrancy of the white orchids,the continuities of the green waters of the lake,I felt the power and the resilienceof the congas, and the clavein the Puerto Rican salsa band playingon every Sunday afternoon
I lay stillon the warm grass and closed my eyesand felt the world spinning (or maybe the spin was mine)
I knew then that if I could juststay within the stillnessjust for a while, that I would be alright
Blossom blossom blossom
I stood tall in my canoebeside the subway on Division Street ruminating like a halo, thinking between the concerns of spiritual death and rebirth
Between the knowledge of false consciousness and the pendulum of breathin that liminal space betweentime and the light which dreams us. Someone called me by my true name and I must have ran, I must have ran or I must've stayed awake till dawn
In an empty apartmenttoo afraid to sleep that night
I was in a taxi to Humboldt Parkand on the radio, the Stylistics were singing
People make the world go aroundand we were passingalong West Augusta Boulevardin the brightness of the villageNow all the thingswhich used to make me smileseemed distantBut If I could just float out of my mind maybe I could find my way backto something I might at least recogniseas transcendent
Blossom blossom blossom
I was in Humboldt Park, staringat the sun. And all around me, life was aflameI felt the vibrancy of the white orchids,the continuities of the green waters of the lake,I felt the power and the resilienceof the congas, and the clavein the Puerto Rican salsa band playingon every Sunday afternoon
I lay stillon the warm grass and closed my eyesand felt the world spinning (or maybe the spin was mine)
I knew then that if I could juststay within the stillnessjust for a while, that I would be alright
Blossom blossom blossom