Fruits of Yesterday’s Harvest - Malin Gabriella Nordin
Hey you
you there
why don’t you walk right in, it’s okay
turn to the left, a little bit further, now you’re in front of a new territory
never been here or seen it before, it’s time to explore these feelings of yours.
Look upstairs, it’s getting hot
the air is rare cause there is something funny in a big scale
what can it be, is it smiling at me
following me, like if I was its key
there is more out there, but we’re just passing through, crossing paths, I’m your clue.
Just follow the line
it’s all up in the sky
stormy weathers passing by
I see you, don’t think you can escape
I will blow you in other directions to the ones you can’t ache.
Anything can in the end, break away from someone’s gaze
that is what is up right now and what is not will down your mouth.
Watch your step it’s getting wet, let’s find a way to stand up straight
don’t count to grey, it’s all these in-betweenness that keeps me A OK.
Let's give some space for the ones that shine
bright and purple, eyes come closer
drying up ’til all crust falls off
getting splashed, confusion grows in a massive class rap.
Step it up, shake it well, give it all, celebrate, crossing fingers, eyes don’t lie
making patterns in the sky, mourning, yearning calculate, all these colors join embrace
shades on top of each other like memories of lost space
keeping company, letting be, keep on counting, soon we’ll be free.
Wild and free as we can be, thick and red, coming together, pulsating now and for ever
full frontal and down through a hole, revisit the darkness, black is low
changing colors, moving by, a couple steps further and you will roll over
let all tears sail away when the horizon come closer, memories fade and the sun keeps us pale.
These are the fruits of yesterday’s harvest, silk worms are working, the mass is falling
let there be light, neither day nor night
wave your flag
raise it high
let's get wasted
and cruise right by.
Text by: Alexandra Karpilovski
24 pages
14 x 20 cm
black / white offset
2015
first edition of 1000 copies
saddle stitched
SHEL/VAR-001
Hey you
you there
why don’t you walk right in, it’s okay
turn to the left, a little bit further, now you’re in front of a new territory
never been here or seen it before, it’s time to explore these feelings of yours.
Look upstairs, it’s getting hot
the air is rare cause there is something funny in a big scale
what can it be, is it smiling at me
following me, like if I was its key
there is more out there, but we’re just passing through, crossing paths, I’m your clue.
Just follow the line
it’s all up in the sky
stormy weathers passing by
I see you, don’t think you can escape
I will blow you in other directions to the ones you can’t ache.
Anything can in the end, break away from someone’s gaze
that is what is up right now and what is not will down your mouth.
Watch your step it’s getting wet, let’s find a way to stand up straight
don’t count to grey, it’s all these in-betweenness that keeps me A OK.
Let's give some space for the ones that shine
bright and purple, eyes come closer
drying up ’til all crust falls off
getting splashed, confusion grows in a massive class rap.
Step it up, shake it well, give it all, celebrate, crossing fingers, eyes don’t lie
making patterns in the sky, mourning, yearning calculate, all these colors join embrace
shades on top of each other like memories of lost space
keeping company, letting be, keep on counting, soon we’ll be free.
Wild and free as we can be, thick and red, coming together, pulsating now and for ever
full frontal and down through a hole, revisit the darkness, black is low
changing colors, moving by, a couple steps further and you will roll over
let all tears sail away when the horizon come closer, memories fade and the sun keeps us pale.
These are the fruits of yesterday’s harvest, silk worms are working, the mass is falling
let there be light, neither day nor night
wave your flag
raise it high
let's get wasted
and cruise right by.
Text by: Alexandra Karpilovski
24 pages
14 x 20 cm
black / white offset
2015
first edition of 1000 copies
saddle stitched
SHEL/VAR-001
Hey you
you there
why don’t you walk right in, it’s okay
turn to the left, a little bit further, now you’re in front of a new territory
never been here or seen it before, it’s time to explore these feelings of yours.
Look upstairs, it’s getting hot
the air is rare cause there is something funny in a big scale
what can it be, is it smiling at me
following me, like if I was its key
there is more out there, but we’re just passing through, crossing paths, I’m your clue.
Just follow the line
it’s all up in the sky
stormy weathers passing by
I see you, don’t think you can escape
I will blow you in other directions to the ones you can’t ache.
Anything can in the end, break away from someone’s gaze
that is what is up right now and what is not will down your mouth.
Watch your step it’s getting wet, let’s find a way to stand up straight
don’t count to grey, it’s all these in-betweenness that keeps me A OK.
Let's give some space for the ones that shine
bright and purple, eyes come closer
drying up ’til all crust falls off
getting splashed, confusion grows in a massive class rap.
Step it up, shake it well, give it all, celebrate, crossing fingers, eyes don’t lie
making patterns in the sky, mourning, yearning calculate, all these colors join embrace
shades on top of each other like memories of lost space
keeping company, letting be, keep on counting, soon we’ll be free.
Wild and free as we can be, thick and red, coming together, pulsating now and for ever
full frontal and down through a hole, revisit the darkness, black is low
changing colors, moving by, a couple steps further and you will roll over
let all tears sail away when the horizon come closer, memories fade and the sun keeps us pale.
These are the fruits of yesterday’s harvest, silk worms are working, the mass is falling
let there be light, neither day nor night
wave your flag
raise it high
let's get wasted
and cruise right by.
Text by: Alexandra Karpilovski
24 pages
14 x 20 cm
black / white offset
2015
first edition of 1000 copies
saddle stitched
SHEL/VAR-001