Broken Telephone - Relics

Описание: It starts with me describing a dream I had and then a poem begins. I think the poem is an attempt at interpreting the dream and a bit of a meditation on dreams in general.

Written, produced, mixed and mastered by Broken Telephone
Directed by Neil Büchner Jnr

Streaming links: https://linktr.ee/BrokenTelephone

Relics:

I was hallucinating at a party. My vision became blurry, so I went to the bathroom to check on my eyes. I had no pupils, only sclerae. I stuck my fingers into my sockets and adjusted my pupils back into place. I woke up.



The mental ouroboros blooms in capricious reverie,

visual verbiage,



folly

and ribaldry



Only a fraction is visible above the water,




dissolving the motionless silhouette,

sleepwalking through life’s waiting room



Swimming through fire,



like the whistle of an engine coming out of a tunnel



It’s a long stream for a train.

The car is the body,



but you just keep going



both spectator

and driver,



counting sheep



a lock with no key, warning device



soft pastel colours in black and white



so it goes and so on.



we sift through our dreams and then we see ourselves sifting through our dreams



if the accident allows,

I follow wherever it will take me