One listen for this one. Bit uneven in that it’s really rigid for a while, then suddenly loosens. I think that, had I tried to do something more gradual this would read much better.

Because of Ghosts’ “Dreaming is Essential” is from This Culture of Background Noise.

I hope you enjoy.

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A gradual hum of guitar and something percussive fades into view. Eventually the guitar takes on a louder form as it rings and gently rolls out notes. The percussion too takes on greater shape, but the space is there. The space remains as a sweet melancholy flows through the instruments. The bass is there too, subtle and quiet, but flowing along, underscoring and supporting.

The sounds thrust in brief moments and keep their procession slow outside of those, but they also build quickly into a dry loudness, and they seem to meld more as they take on clearer form. They pull back and strings become apparent, moving with the sounds and drawing out, and seemingly disappearing just after everything else. Then its back to the core of the guitar, bass and drums.

They start building once more and the strings are back, and the melancholy remains, but there is a joy here. As the sounds continue on and move back to building and growing that joy remains. Innocence seems to whisper outward as thoughts play out images of simpler times, thought maybe what it is is the fight to maintain hope, and to look forward and outward from a heavy space.

All drives forward and stepping forward through thoughts and desires it becomes easier to look through the sadness and reach forward. It becomes easier to dance and run and see things in vague specifics, but their sentiment lingers and they guide and help shape and construct, and the sounds continue on in a warm lowness, for the moment of build seems to have passed and now it’s to remain steady, and you keep on running forward and you run through the streets and the fields and by the sea on a coldly warm day, and the light is beautiful, but it all fades into something that seems distant, but it instills hope and a sense of comfort, and it becomes easier to look forward and a drive remains, and perhaps it is all beautiful. It’s saddening, but it’s just beautiful, and it remains as such as the sounds fade and the song ends.