Wings

blue album

Your Name

10 - FLOER - Hunter

09 - FLOER - Bluebird

08 - FLOER - Twilight Shore

07 - FLOER - River

06 - FLOER - South

05 - FLOER - East

03 - FLOER - Silver

02 - FLOER - Smoke

An icy fog has filled every space in this tired old city, and gaslight turns it to gold. Every living detail becomes a secret.

As you leave your damp footprints on the cobblestones, the fog swirls, revealing: here, a discarded glove; here, a gull feather; here, a sand-blasted bottle. Movement across a dark window catches your attention and you stop. In the stillness comes the faint lapping of water. There is a weight behind your eyes and the world slips sideways. The warm water rises to meet you. As the light dims to darkness, you catch a hint of a distant voice. It draws you to float onwards.

You drift through memories of dreams. You find a lost blue plush elephant, a lost best friend, a lost favourite jacket, a lost caress and shiver up your spine… At last you come to rest. There had been a bridge here long ago. The last time you were here, not yet ten years old, you knew you’d been here before. Your breath sends curls of mist spinning above the hidden waters of the gulf. This time, you know to let go.

On the other side is a forest, where feathers of frost gleam on bare twigs. In the centre of a clearing stands a lone tree, still holding on to its leaves. All at once, with a single thrum as you approach, sparrows erupt from the tree and leave it bare. Looking around the clearing, you see them hopping between branches.

One bird darts back across the clearing in front of you, and you glimpse something glinting in its beak. It flies back up into the lone tree and hangs the object on a high twig.

A breeze stirs. You can just make out dozens of other tiny objects in the treetop. They are too small to see clearly at this distance, in this murky light, but one-by-one, you recognize them, remember them. You gaze a long while, replaying scenes, echoes of memories, until one sparrow flutters down to your feet. There is a hint of candle-smoke on the breeze.

The sparrow stares up at you, beak open.


floer are:
Judith Mann
Andreas Laudwein
with:
Anna Kaluza, saxophone
Stephan Bleier, bowed double bass

twilight shore lyrics written by Cameron Wilson
cover painting by Marc Lüders

© 2018 floer

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