[DARK INDIETRONICA] Eric Prydz VS CHVRCHES-Tether

[DARK INDIETRONICA] Eric Prydz VS CHVRCHES-Tether

[DARK INDIETRONICA] Eric Prydz VS CHVRCHES-Tether

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tumblr_lfeu1gIn921qed306o1_1280 I take the BeerLao bottle and smash it on the wall. Feeling capable of seeing the end. I shouldn’t even be drinking. Somewhere my doctor is kidney punching my MRI and scrawling WTF on all my lab results. But unspeakable actions breed unspeakable moments your doctor will never catch wind of. The cataclysm of glass cutting through the sound of silence was my way of saying Thailand, you and I are never ever getting back together.

It hit a piece of Berlin aerosol art on the side of a bar. Empty alley, a blinking streetlight pulsating stop. stop.stop in the night air. The glow of the river behind you, calling you. Come place your body in my reeds. Disappear. All of it highlights the art to eyes that need to see it. Eyes that find solace in midnight mode. It’s where I go to have a bit of peace. It was painted via the exasperated sighs of a German expat. The sharp turns of line, scowls. The broad paint strokes, screams. “For when I suffocate here” he wrote on the waves of a breath that–long ago–carried him away from here. The locals love it. It’s of a farang (foreigner) riding a bicycle. He stares at you, painfully placid. A group of Thais follow behind him. Eyes wide. Hearts Shut. And smiles–one of the 13 fucking Thai smiles–looming just behind his head. The locals think its high art. They don’t know what it means.

Red lights palpitate on my white tee. Bits of glass, shards of me beat against it in a heart shape. It’s hardly pure of form. It’s lines are jagged, bits of teeth placed all over my chest. A semblance of a heart that’s trying to smile but’s been smacked up a bit. Ok, a lot. Ok, really you should call the police. Assholes. And I realize I’m feeling capable of saying it’s over. You don’t want me here. You don’t like other than you. You tear me. You trounce me. You take me and beat my heart against rock hard smiles that mean nothing that they say. You take my breath, away. You try to take it forever. Ok, Thailand. It’s over. It’s so over.

That stoplight, it once bleeped warning. Now it beats the color of arteries starting to repair themselves. I’m not ready of being myself yet. I’m going to have to repair. There will still be nights where I’ll have to cut myself, taking the disparate pieces and dragging them into place. Until I have my lionheart again. But much like this track is only a teaser, I don’t want to know the full story. Not yet. Give me an incomplete picture. Give me the sound of me shouting dreams into the distance. Carry them, carry me on the breath of my first roar. The same breath that tore the German away from here so many moons ago.

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