The Sky is Broken

Moby – The Sky is Broken from Play (1999) /minimalistic ambience/
((“The rain pushes.The buildings aside.The sky turns black.The sky.Wash it far.Push it out to sea.There’s nothing left here.For me”
I never fancied Moby much of a lyricist, but this one is a lovely little poem. It’s such a quiet, timid piece that when the tentative strings come in at the end it’s like the euphoric sun streaming out from behind a thunderhead. I love that you can hear him shuffling the papers as he reads. It’s also very sad.))