Thursday, April 10, 2008


"Donated her eyes when she was young and shy,
hated her awkward breasts and filled the yawning skylines with kisses
sweet, to hear existence beat, to hold it tangible and drifting,
ever so gently sifting summer sky, donated her eyes, donated her eyes
to feel her actual senses, oh sweet 16, to feel what life was like,
donated her eyes to feel life as she imagined it

Go back to sleep you yellow bellied freaks, afraid of God and modern science
Go back to sleep, if I could only sleep, if I could stop imagining if my dreams weren't after me
Through piss and sweaty blankets, the deafening hum of some great silence
The jingle jangling heat, the strangling sheets, terrible and fucking meaningless"

~Wintersleep (to play AMS Block Party, April 11, 2008)

Excited for the show tomorrow. For the end of classes. The end of an era and the beginning of something significant. So amazing & fulfilling that it will be all-consuming.

*Any chance you get to see this band, do so. Halifax is (and always has been) bubbling with talent. This is IT. This is IT.

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