Hammock are an American duo from Nashville, Tennessee. Their genre is a mix of shoe-gazing, ambient, electronic, and neo-classical. That’s difficult for: their music is relaxing and meditation is easy with them on the turntables.
The album “the longest year” was re-released for its 10th anniversary. It was released on colourful vinyl and I was amongst the lucky ones to grab a unique piece for myself.
The nebula edition is handmade which makes every copy a unique and beautiful piece.
Anyway… I had a quiet day. I am tired, under the weather, and just a little empty while overflowing. As you probably noticed, I deleted or drafted many of my recent posts and also decided to go quieter again. I mean… I take up space and time, and you could spend that time learning something, helping someone, reading something that makes you laugh…
I am between flying and sinking Between dreaming and thinking There are a million reasons to be Endless new days to see. And all I want is to be with you; To be awake in your thoughts too. If you could hold my hand You would feel and understand. There are too many words to say, Plead with you and beg: don’t go away.
Every morning when the sun greedily devours the new day And the sky is bathed in colored hues I forget the nameless desire that visits me in the shadow of the night for just a blink of an eye. I long to return to my dreams; to where your arms protect me And where we share our breathing air; to where quiet moments and hidden memories become eternal and our souls are forever intertwined.
And we are dancing under the pale moonlight, forgetting the world. The wind whispers songs into our ears, and the waves caress our naked feet. Your arms around my waist, my hands on your cold cheeks. And we are dancing under the moonlight, to the silent melodies of our hearts in tune. The moment is magic, and the stars witness its gravity. You are looking down at me, swaying my hips, I’m looking up at you, licking my lips. And we are dancing under the moonlight, alone in a crowd: a smile, a kiss, and this inexplicable bliss-a memory with meaning tattooed onto my blind mind. The sun pushes the moon away, making room for a new dawn. In the blink of an eye, and with a swallowed kiss, I realise that my hidden darkness left, it is gone. Huh!
A thousand breaths Are suffered in silence. Fallen stars light The way out of the dark. Sleeping oceans Are cleaning me skin. Featherlight touches Felt in night’s dreams. I wake up, reborn In your miracle arms.
In the blink of an eye It is not about us anymore. it is about the curious minds hiding behind glass walls; Throwing invisible stones To drown in rushing brooks. We know where this is going We have been there before. I don’t want to see Broken mirrors with cutting edges. But here is blood on the sticky floor; And it is not about us anymore!