One listen, though with a few restarts a few seconds in. I was trying to get a grip on how the song started and I was going about it the wrong way. When I got starter properly I let go a bit more and it was easy to then move into the below.
I think I was just trying to write something influenced by the music. This sort of gets mood and imagery across, though as always in a rather vague manner. Some of this is quite clunky but I think overall I managed to indicate an idea of the song.
As a side note, “Gold Coast” continues on from “Chicago“. I wonder if this bit of writing would’ve come out differently if I wrote about it immediately after writing after “Chicago”. It probably would have, but I didn’t, so… yeah.
Linkcoln’s “Gold Coast” is from Dew.
I hope you enjoy.
A drone forms a horizon whilst the sun rises upon muted wings. The morning comes and it ushers in a new, haunted space. The morning comes but it does not seem to be there and instead something eerie seems to dance and float and move about. Suddenly sound rains on down and in a state almost overwhelming. It pulls back the veil and the morning truly reveals itself.
Cycles of sound come and in out and even though some is almost overwhelming, it is also relieving. Muffled, vague, and yet specific; there is something that reaches out and tries to touch and connect and in that connection a revelation occurs.
Lower and lower things seem to go, and perhaps there is something heavenly about this and what is going on. The eeriness has left by this point and perhaps it is anticipation that replaces. There is anticipation and there is realisation, and there is sight and beauty and in all of that lies something that is scenic.
That scenic sense blooms and grows and it spreads on out. It forms from layers of sound and perhaps it is calming and comforting to witness. Perhaps it is something that speaks more to a desire of relief and relaxation, and it is approaching and it approaches gradually, and it is massive and beautiful, and it remains as such as the song ends.