22 (OVER SOON) - bon iver // 26 - paramore // 3WW - alt-j // 

5:32 - the deli // 715 CREEKS - bon iver // agoraphobia - autoheart // 

ankle bone - birdtalker // at last - etta james // 

autodomesticated animal - birdtalker // avril 14th - aphex twin // 

awake my soul - mumford and sons // beautiful birds - passenger // 

beautiful people beautiful problems - lana del rey // 

beautiful things - gungor // beginning sounds - halfnoise // 

be where you are - birdtalker // the big picture - bright eyes // 

blackbird - beatles // black water lilies - AURORA //

 bowl of oranges - bright eyes // boys will be bugs - cavetown // 

brand new key - melanie // the broad sun - chad lawson // 

a burning hill - mitski // she - dodie // cantabile in b flat - chopin // 

can’t help falling in love - haley klinkhammer // c’est la vie - nohidea 

changes - langhorne slim // city of stars - ryan gosling //

claire de lune - debussy // clam crab cockle cowrie - joanna newsom 

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

“How I played

Oh, I played in the underworld

Oh, I played for my love and her life

Oh, I pled with the gods

Give her back

*Tongue pop – We are all friends of Gawd, henny!

Gungor feels to us like it’s done what it needed to do. Said what it needed to say.  And now it’s time for something new.  

Of course, this doesn’t mean that we are going to stop making music. Music is a part of who we are, and, like I mentioned, we already have a bunch of stuff recorded that we are trying to figure out what to do with brand and marketing wise. But as for Gungor, we simply don’t feel the need to keep trying to write new stories on the same old paper.

As heartbreaking as this is for me, I’m glad they’re going to keep making music, just under a new project. Gungor was so important to me in high school and college, and it still is. They’ve always been one of my favorite bands.

I am mountain, I am dust, Constellations made of us. There’s glory in the dirt, A universe within the sand, Eternity within a man.

We are ocean, we are mist, Brilliant fools who wound and kiss. There’s beauty in the dirt Wandering in skin and soul,

Searching, longing for a home. I am mountain, I am dust, Constellations made of us. There’s mystery in the dirt, The metaphors are breaking down, We taste the wind and sight is sound.