School of Seven Bells

Came across this band via Radcliffe and Maconie's live session on Radio 2. Checked out their album 'Disconnected From Desire'. Imagine The Cocteau Twins meet Kraftwerk via New Order. I LOVE this song. And the vids not too shabby either.
Just when you think the world of music's about to come crashing down around your ears with X Factor shit and Take That reforming, something like this comes along to restore your faith.

Enjoy.

The Death of Summer

I thought this poor old Sunflower deserved it's 15 seconds of fame.

This was the scene which greeted me when I woke this morning.

When the BBC weather announced a 'dumping' of snow overnight.....

They weren't kidding.

As I type....it's still snowing....

Could it be a day off work tomorrow?.......

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter 

To regard the frost and the boughs 

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; 

And have been cold a long time 

To behold the junipers shagged with ice, 

The spruces rough in the distant glitter 

Of the January sun; and not to think 

Of any misery in the sound of the wind, 

In the sound of a few leaves, 

Which is the sound of the land 

Full of the same wind 

That is blowing in the same bare place 

For the listener, who listens in the snow, 

And, nothing himself, beholds 

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. 

Wallace Stevens 1879-1955

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Nothingness

The Manics return to greatness aided and abetted by the wonderful Ian McCullough. How feckin good is this?

The sky is falling in on you
Crushed any happiness you knew
The tree gave more to you than love
It's still there but baby you're gone

Remember you, stretched out in the sun
All alone forever, conclusions foregone
Will you find some kind of nothingness?
Still and lonely like an old school photograph

Laid yourself out under the stars
Some peace at last so don't be sad
A fitting end to your end
But baby, death's our only friend

Remember you, stretched out in the sun
All alone forever, confusions foregone
Will you find some kind of nothingness?
Still and lonely like an old school photograph

Your future glories all empty of thoughts
There's beauty doing nothing at all
It's what you wanted, it's what you got
Your final search for truth has stopped

There's beauty doing nothing at all
Never, never stop
Never, never, never stop
Never stop
Never stop
Never stop
Never

Remember you, stretched out in the sun
All alone forever, conclusions forgone
Will you find some kind of nothingness?
Still and lonely like an old school photograph 

Luskentyre

I think I'm losing the will to blog.

But every now and then I come across pics like these and feel the need to share them.

Luskentyre on Harris is a very special place.

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Harris

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