This is a mesmerizing journey through soundscapes and emotions. The track begins with a soothing melody that sets the stage for a dreamy, atmospheric experience. As the song progresses, layers of intricate instrumentation are added. The song explore the concept of reality being shaped by the collective vibrations of our thoughts and actions. The song builds to a powerful crescendo before fading away, leaving the listener in a contemplative and reflective state.
To be is to be perceived, and so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes of the other. The nature of our immortal lives is in the consequences of our words and deeds, that go on and are pushing themselves throughout all time. Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future. I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And behind it you would be waiting for me there.
The legacy that Eluvium is leaving to contemporary music should never be underestimated.
This album is so special, would love to hear it played in it's entirety at radio city music hall ;)
This is a mesmerizing journey through soundscapes and emotions. The track begins with a soothing melody that sets the stage for a dreamy, atmospheric experience. As the song progresses, layers of intricate instrumentation are added. The song explore the concept of reality being shaped by the collective vibrations of our thoughts and actions. The song builds to a powerful crescendo before fading away, leaving the listener in a contemplative and reflective state.
Wow, a blanket of warmth and introspection, moving me into areas of appreciation for what is, and embracing the beauty in it.
Sounds great. Glad to listen.
I forgot how I got here but this is a pleasant surprise
To be is to be perceived, and so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes of the other. The nature of our immortal lives is in the consequences of our words and deeds, that go on and are pushing themselves throughout all time.
Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And behind it you would be waiting for me there.
❤ so beautiful