HNC - I Dream I Dead When orbit tells you your...

Friday, September 16, 2011

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HNC - I Dream I Dead

When orbit tells you your dreaming does not synchronize with its cycle, and is therefor untrue, where does that leave you? Flickering streams of fall dreams, lonely colors are swarmed by the colorless beings who doubt dreaming. Autumn is numbed by winter, and left to question why it is lost in translation, and lonely until. For those who wish to better translate. Lustrous hushed hues of Tokyo’s HNC are unraveling. Their EP Witches Party is sold out, though more dreams are suspected to be uncovered sometime later in the seasons on White Lily Records.

I felt as if teetering - about as unsure as the autumnal leaves above me. But I had missed autumn, was deep into winter, and yet still I felt autumn. With red dreams that didn’t translate into my pale state of being. I was teetering - about as unsure as morning eyes, to wake, or to lullaby. I dreamed of fiery red things, and in my head there was something romantic about the marrying of reds and yellows. But I had missed autumn, and the too sculpted shapes of seasons were not satisfied with my coloring of whites winter. The white dirtied the dreams of a dreamer, infused bed-ridden snow blues, until remained pale yellows as numb as listless. Winter is more lonely than autumn, and [lately] I’ve lost the courage to dream color. Now apprehensive of even the muddled color of my shadow.