"You turned so fast, I got spun out / Hung by, so long as I’d go fumbling round / I heard the drop of your things / Shuddering and wincing at the sound..."
The wishing welcomed sadness of "Sunblush" by Vilde, the project name of Melbourne, Australia born / Stockholm based songwriter, musician, artist, nomad Thomas Savage, is pretty wondrous in that, from the onset and throughout it's brief stay, it is drenched in a sweeping kind of melancholia while breathing hope too. The introspection in the dark staggering keys and faint acoustic guitar amid the softly glistening bloodletting draws you into something filmic but Savage's vocal countenance uttering pointed and vague poetry (that begs to be interpreted) is like the slow glow of morning light after a night of uneasy sleep. These days, I admit that I have a lot of those nights as the world as we know it now feels like walking on the robes of monsters who smile at people's suffering. Sonically, emotionally, to me, "Sunblush" feels like survival.
Vilde shares:
[There is a recipient for each song on Qualia at odds—be it a person, a component of myself, humanity, or the Earth. Isle addresses a component in all of us: one of hesitancy, passivity, and forfeit—an often-inflated part of ourselves, hindering life of its feeling, depth, and poignancy.
Standing on the isle, looking back at the mainland, the swim across appears choppy, cold, and hazardous. It’s possible that the only immediate gain from the journey will be a sense of accomplishment—but one that, in turn, replenishes the potency of the human experience.]
"Sunblush" was written in the first months of moving home to Melbourne after 14 years abroad. A song of longing & reconnecting.
LYRICS
You turned so fast, I got spun out
Hung by, so long as I’d go fumbling round
I heard the drop of your things,
Shuddering and wincing at the sound
Found something, you were missing
An old clipping, sunlit faded text
Found something, in the dust and gloom
You living, following a cue
Before the mountain, sun dipping
Your eyes permit a humble murmur
I count the leaves left dripping
Until an impulse shudders in
-Robb Donker Curtius
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