recorded by: Astrid Ramezanali
mixed by: Jens Aagaard/ tettix hexer
lyrics
One was, one wasn’t – under this bruised blue sky we live our lives.
I miss you so
My eyes changed after I came back from mourning you. At first, when I looked at them, I couldn’t recognize them. Some blueish shiny layer had come to sight on top of the usual dark brown. How uncanny it is, not being able to recognize one's own eyes. I went to get them tested, I ordered glasses, but that wasn’t the problem. Later I realized, it’s because they were not mine, they were yours.
*Laughing*.
Ok, I thought to myself, that’s how you decided to stay with me.
Blue is the color of violence, bruises, heaven and hell, the sound of sadness and longing, a thousand turquoise objects lost in a private collection, disaster in the cobalt mines, the limbo between day and night, the soothing blue curtains in a waiting room, that make you feel like there must be something really wrong.
What if the stage curtains in the theater had been blue all the time.
first act:
Spotlight off:
Miniatures in the dark.
second act:
Spotlight on:
Sixpence on display.
The blank sheet paper curtains turn blue as I sing songs about songs, about music, about mourning, which means songs about life.
The instrument in the corner is out of tune (you can put the blame on time). It plays a song no one asked for. Everyone has to listen:
There is a drive for life that no system can penetrate.
Excess material of grief is laughter!
The soprano didn’t just dip her feet in the pool of blues, she went all the way in.
The overlaps in color are so relentless
When you go through life looking for signs
This heavy dress is for us.
It’s gradient blue(s), from river to sea.
Indigo is the only shade of blue(s) that doesn’t wear off, we have to scrape it off, live with it, learn with it - carry them with us.
The teacher taught me this, her people have known forever.
This heavy dress is for us.
This heavy blue(s) is for us.
Every night I must confess before the sun
We remind each other of what we’ve seen
Squirm and drip steep tears in the police grip of sleep
Waking up with reminders under the eyes
Tattoos of a million souls under my eyes.
credits
releases November 4, 2024
Lena Milovic
Mija Milovic
H Hartvig
voice, text, composition of electronics:
Simin Stine Ramezanali
recorded by: Astrid Ramezanali
mixed by: Jens Aagaard/ tettix hexer
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