For the past two weeks, I have been attempting to rectify red wine into a mostly pure ethanol for the purpose of making a quintessence of lemon balm. After no small amount of research and the guidance of intuition, also called soultalk, I settled on lemon balm for its ancient uses as a restorer of balance to the emotional being. This seems to be the problem I encounter most in those few people who share my path, and no doubt I will benefit as well.
As I already have. Just the act of distillation has provided some insight into the elements that the Universe forms itself of. I wrote a song last night roughly following a Rasputina melody that captures what I have experienced of distillation thus far. Wanna hear it? Here it go.
Boiling over in this flask
Rottingham '79
Sodden eyes and vacant laughs
On this barstool keeping time
Red light flashes watch your ass
You're walking on the tautest line
Take a few steps over
Fall away into the sky
Relent a few steps back
Nothing coming over but rhyme
Cold clarity the spark of me
Moved by heat and set free
Diffusing in the summer breeze
Draw me back down
Spring frost on my knees
Begging for a newborn night
A dawn to wake A noon to blind
But hazy mists and tempests breed
Hide the collections Store the seed
Cold clarity the spark of me
Moved by heat and set free
Seen or not the liquid flows
Down smooth spouts
So soon to soak
Spring frost on my knees
