New pulses

Now we dance the campfire headphase

while the axis tilts

and the heavens change their mask

New pulses surge

in the water and the earth

felt beneath your feet

This new air your transmitter

for molecules abuzz

and ions find new balance

Witness demolition

clearing new creative space

Equilibrium restored

Satellite anthems fall from the sun

And though your feet have not moved

you are in new space


Boards of Canada



Welcome Wednesday

The sticky syrup begins

it’s pained descent down the wall

from the landing zone above the stove

Like the day rolls down

in an ambient dub chill

Where skies and clouds are ever large

and this highway has no ending