The Wind from NOSTOS by Otium

Did you know?
The Wind is silence,
is silently silencing?
Less your ears hear it hissin
Less the buildings start to groan
Less the trees leaf it thrashing
Less the mountains start to moan
Less the windchime
in its purpose
shows the ghost in its throne.


Buried with care,
I was scattered,
I was cut like a curl,
Blown by The Winds
a harlequin
of a memories timeless tattering,
yet my dreams
are different things than us
unconscious and unmanageable.
I can't help the way
my feelings bosom bleed into the tangible.
I'm split so you know,
split so you
know, split
so you know,
you know,
you know

Oh Margot

Come Margot, or Meghan, come kitten,
my love
Where are you,
my memory; a pale woman's hug
I see you
in the shower while I'm singing you songs
And you're laughing
and you're smiling
as you try
and sing along

And you know that I'm scared,
of the next day,
Of not seeing you
warm,
in the doorway where you'd let me in.
you sneaking kiss
I'd grab you with my weary arms
my dreamy dawn
my still life
my still love
where did you go,
where did you go?

go.
go.
go.


Oh Margot.


Meet me where I met you
in the triangle park,
hop the fence between
our first kiss
and ill take you for a walk,
you'll see me the next morning
ill be groggy and
bare
and then your roommates will leave you
without a bedroom
to share


So I'm taking you in,
for this beginning,
And while the moments did pass
well the memories came
some merrily made and easily unavoidable
the meaning was late
its the saddest
of fates
cause happiness is unacknowledgeable,
a confusing escape
in both the ways
of holding on and letting go.
Im letting go
im letting go,
go.
go.

Im so sorry

Oh Margot

• Electronic
• Folk
• allusionary
• indie
• sample-based
• 北九州市