Bold, bare-handed, we will tear
in the night sky, ragged there,
slender rents disclosing clear
and lightfilled pathways, hanging spheres.
Falling force-fields draw us on -
No accident: our weight belongs
to gravity, and all our strength
before the changing light must bend.
The sun spins and its fiery spokes
make silhouettes of all my hopes:
the hills, disguised as data lines,
chart heights of love that can’t be mine.
So how shall Paradise be built?
One sour ambition, first instilled
through honest yearning
must be killed:
I live just to preserve myself.
Now no emotion be unfelt!
Rest the illness, make us well!
Now no emotion be unfelt!
(rest the illness, rest the illness)
Now no emotion be unfelt!
The best in us remains, upheld
No emotion be unfelt,
The best in us remains.
Berlin producer Veronica Maximova faces up to her demons on this avant-pop EP, the sequel to her debut “Computerlove.” Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 26, 2022