Home of the Whale

Massive Attack feat. Caroline Lavelle – Home of the Whale from Massive Attack E.P. (1992) /trip hop/
((“And he ne’er thinks of me far behind /Or the torments that rage in my mind /He is mine for only part of the year /Then I’m left all alone with only my tears.”
Raindrops stream against the black asphalt. Slow. Ripples and splashes become so intricate to be almost lost in a mess of foam. Slower. Footfalls almost masked by the night tread the path towards a lonely automobile. A cold light reveals the men through the curtain of water; elegant brimmed hats and hands reaching into their long black coats. The rain is not enough to dampen the harsh metallic crack. And those that follow. The bullets force a path against the rain. Slow. With impact, a dull sickeningly shrill thud. A seam tears and crimson bubbles out in waves like a rose to the sun. Feet buckle. Facial expression is erased. The others that follow are unnecessary but accurate, adding only colour to the grim night. Slower. A hand grapples sloppily for the mirror on the automobile’s door; is then brought down with force. The mass of flesh and bone and cloth twists awkwardly into the street and the hand comes to rest in the dry shelter beneath the chassis.))