During my worst times on the park benches
In the jails, or living with whores.
I've always had this certain contentment
I wouldn't call it happiness,
It was more of an inner balance
That settled for whatever was occurring at the time.
And it helped in the factories
And when relationships went wrong with the girl
It helped through the war and the hangovers
The backalley fights and the hospitals.
And to awaken in a cheap room in a strange city
And to pull up the shade, pull up the shade.
And to walk across the floor to an old dresser with a cracked mirror
And see myself for ugly, see myself grinning at it all.
What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
What matters most is how well we walk through the flames.
Catalan physicist, musician, and producer nara is neus delivers a gorgeous, immersive ambient EP that is stunning in its beauty. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2024