Your face

You lips with mine will rhyme
And when they touch me
It's a symphony divine
Your cheeks, you ears, your hair
Weave me a melody
Of melodies so rare

This song has stuck in my mind for some time. It embraces me in a surrealistic shell that I wish not to share with anybody else. No lover, no rules, just mindless thoughts. Or imagine being alone in an attic, sitting on the floor reading something you love and when the ending breaks out.. there comes Your Face.

Paired up with Bill Plympton's signature animation, I could not imagine one without the other. For Music and Visual entangle so well and that's what stirs up my mind like poaching an egg.