nick cave wrote half this album after his 15 year old son fell off the brighton cliffs to his death. in a migrane blinding light i sat in my dark room sobbing. "I'm losing my voice. Just file it under lost things. My voice, my iPhone, my judgement, my memory, maybe...and isn't it the invisible things, the lost things, that have so much mass, so much weight..."
"touch me not" -Jesus
i think i really need to live in sunshine.