You broke your own heart
Chasing illusions, fear of love
And please don’t walk away
Knight of Wands, I need you to stay
It is the cruel dance of the desperate and the distant: one hand outstretched, the other already pulling away. You speak soft, split-tongued words, trying to tether what was never yours to hold. They smile like glass, slipping through your grasp. Both of you broken, both circling the same bruised orbit…desire gnawing at the edges, doubt chewing the core. Each attempt to close the distance leaves you further adrift, unraveling thread by thread, caught in the ache of what will never settle.
Philadelphia’s Forest Circles wade deep into the wreckage of longing with Diver, a track that hangs heavy like condensation on cold glass, there one moment, vanishing the next. Helmed by multi-instrumentalist Angel Ocana, the band bends dream-pop, shoegaze, and post-punk into brittle beauty, balancing tenderness with tension.
Ocana’s vocals thread through the track like a half-remembered whisper from a loved one whose memory is trapped within a dream, fragile yet edged, weighed down by words left unsaid. Guitars billow and bristle, equal parts siren song and static hiss, stretching sorrow across every swell. Diver feels like leafing through faded photographs, each chord a name or face lost to time. But beneath the ache lies something messier: unrequited love teetering on self-destruction.
Here, the narrator pleads with an emotionally elusive lover, trapped between yearning and unraveling. Both figures fractured, circling each other in a loop of desire, doubt, and damage. For those raised on the bruised beauty of Slowdive, The Sundays, or My Bloody Valentine, Diver hits like a bruise pressed gently, relentlessly.
The black and white visual hums with the hush of hidden connections: nerves alight beneath skin, branches tangled in light, veins threading the eye’s deep dark, signals whispering through wire and air. A lattice of life and light, pulsing, pressing, alive. Each frame a quiet hymn to the unseen; the silent songs of things strung together, trembling, touching, alive in the thrum of their own electric breath.
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