"A parent who loves their child selflessly, whole-heartedly, passionately - there is nothing I respect more in this world. There are no words to articulate - if articulation is required to explain, then articulation is in vain. How do you explain the difference between 'left' and 'right' to someone who cannot see or feel or hear... how do you explain the importance, the euphoria and the sadness too, the utter, self-revealing double-take of feeling. The desperation of love, the desperation to be with. Hold on. They say that man is the only animal capable of imagining his death, and reproduction is his route to immortality... but even then, one wonders is there space in this vast, empty universe, or the unimaginable multitudes of realms beyond, for a parent to be with their child for eternity. Can you be in someone's arms forever. Pure, triple-distilled; a high standard but one that is self-demanding and self-vindicating and wholly unapologetic. The enthralling grind of that chorus whirs with starlight and stardust, the desperation of the middle eight leaves me rapt - the sense of a love that feels fated, destined, beyond mortal comprehension, beyond any human language. What else matters in this world, what else is worthy."
"A parent who loves their child selflessly, whole-heartedly, passionately - there is nothing I respect more in this world. There are no words to articulate - if articulation is required to explain, then articulation is in vain. How do you explain the difference between 'left' and 'right' to someone who cannot see or feel or hear... how do you explain the importance, the euphoria and the sadness too, the utter, self-revealing double-take of feeling. The desperation of love, the desperation to be with. Hold on. They say that man is the only animal capable of imagining his death, and reproduction is his route to immortality... but even then, one wonders is there space in this vast, empty universe, or the unimaginable multitudes of realms beyond, for a parent to be with their child for eternity. Can you be in someone's arms forever. Pure, triple-distilled; a high standard but one that is self-demanding and self-vindicating and wholly unapologetic. The enthralling grind of that chorus whirs with starlight and stardust, the desperation of the middle eight leaves me rapt - the sense of a love that feels fated, destined, beyond mortal comprehension, beyond any human language. What else matters in this world, what else is worthy."
- PLUTO, 2016
"A parent who loves their child selflessly, whole-heartedly, passionately - there is nothing I respect more in this world. There are no words to articulate - if articulation is required to explain, then articulation is in vain. How do you explain the difference between 'left' and 'right' to someone who cannot see or feel or hear... how do you explain the importance, the euphoria and the sadness too, the utter, self-revealing double-take of feeling. The desperation of love, the desperation to be with. Hold on. They say that man is the only animal capable of imagining his death, and reproduction is his route to immortality... but even then, one wonders is there space in this vast, empty universe, or the unimaginable multitudes of realms beyond, for a parent to be with their child for eternity. Can you be in someone's arms forever. Pure, triple-distilled; a high standard but one that is self-demanding and self-vindicating and wholly unapologetic. The enthralling grind of that chorus whirs with starlight and stardust, the desperation of the middle eight leaves me rapt - the sense of a love that feels fated, destined, beyond mortal comprehension, beyond any human language. What else matters in this world, what else is worthy."
- PLUTO, 2016
"A parent who loves their child selflessly, whole-heartedly, passionately - there is nothing I respect more in this world. There are no words to articulate - if articulation is required to explain, then articulation is in vain. How do you explain the difference between 'left' and 'right' to someone who cannot see or feel or hear... how do you explain the importance, the euphoria and the sadness too, the utter, self-revealing double-take of feeling. The desperation of love, the desperation to be with. Hold on. They say that man is the only animal capable of imagining his death, and reproduction is his route to immortality... but even then, one wonders is there space in this vast, empty universe, or the unimaginable multitudes of realms beyond, for a parent to be with their child for eternity. Can you be in someone's arms forever. Pure, triple-distilled; a high standard but one that is self-demanding and self-vindicating and wholly unapologetic. The enthralling grind of that chorus whirs with starlight and stardust, the desperation of the middle eight leaves me rapt - the sense of a love that feels fated, destined, beyond mortal comprehension, beyond any human language. What else matters in this world, what else is worthy."
"A parent who loves their child selflessly, whole-heartedly, passionately - there is nothing I respect more in this world. There are no words to articulate - if articulation is required to explain, then articulation is in vain. How do you explain the difference between 'left' and 'right' to someone who cannot see or feel or hear... how do you explain the importance, the euphoria and the sadness too, the utter, self-revealing double-take of feeling. The desperation of love, the desperation to be with. Hold on. They say that man is the only animal capable of imagining his death, and reproduction is his route to immortality... but even then, one wonders is there space in this vast, empty universe, or the unimaginable multitudes of realms beyond, for a parent to be with their child for eternity. Can you be in someone's arms forever. Pure, triple-distilled; a high standard but one that is self-demanding and self-vindicating and wholly unapologetic. The enthralling grind of that chorus whirs with starlight and stardust, the desperation of the middle eight leaves me rapt - the sense of a love that feels fated, destined, beyond mortal comprehension, beyond any human language. What else matters in this world, what else is worthy."
@CasuallyCrazed"Dem babies didn’t get a featured credit for their work on “The Elusive Chanteuse” and they were much more prominently mixed."
Get that Nicki remix OUT OF HERE.