Transmisión sin perdón , un tanto blanco
Un angel cayo, mi pecho abandona el lecho de nacer otra vez
Vamos a nacer como quien
Transmisión sin perdón, un techo nuevo
Este vaso de nuevo, arrastra vuelo
Si Lloro va a el rio caer sin terminar
-Permites la pared- pides mas-
Tu pides amoldarme a ti
Transmisión sin pudor no entiendo
Quien soy yo para ti
Pulsante, pensante tras de mi
Después de aquella pausa
Seré esa alma descalza
Pensar que escondía una cría perdida
Mareas calmas, escucha a la luna blanca
Transmisión sin pasión perdones. Ajenos ya.
Mas allá, mareas calmadas, Apaciguadas,
Mascaras caídas, de capa caída
I would be nothing if ti was not for the trans and non binary people in my life. In a world of performance identity and politics, and social media anxiety, the deep truth of trans and non binary identities gets abused.
TRANS IS A PORTAL.
Those who have the bravery to go beyond the binary of gender and explore fluidity gain access to spiritual truths unable to be contained by a hyper-materialist system that in order to maintain itself and its power must continually divide and split us into binary identities and then manufacture division to enable segregation. In a time of new segregations it is important we remember the Trans Mission. To accept yourself and every one else. To enable. To expand. To lift up, not tear down. To look past binaries and not be defined by them. To fully trust in the unknown.
A beautiful trans person once told me in a time of confusion and depression, "you have to get comfortable in the mud".
Thank You to the trans community of the world, you are truly a gift.
In loving memory of Sophie Xeon
Track written 30.01.2021
Unforgiven transmission, somewhat white
An angel fell, my chest leaves the bed to be born again
We are going to be born as who
Unforgiven transmission, a brand new roof
This glass again, drags flight
If I cry, the river will fall without finishing
-You allow the wall- you ask for more-
You ask to mould me to you
Transmission without shame I do not understand
Who I am for you
Pulsing, thinking behind me
After that pause
I'll be that barefoot soul
To think that he was hiding a lost baby
Calm tides, listen to the white moon
Passionless transmission pardons. Alien already.
Beyond, calm tides, appeased,
Masks fallen, capes gone.
DRAWINGS BY VASCO BRIIGHI
ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY AUNO
DIRECTED BY KRIS VANGO / AUNO
FILMED IN BERLIN, GERMANY / ATHENS, GREECE