Hologram of Heaven

by The Sun at Night

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The end of a gram
And the end of a night
Or the beginning of a morning
When the morning is just another part of the night
A hollow church of a body
With all the lost and leftover sounds echoing through
The noise of strange rooms
And club floors
The low soul moving through bar room walls
Onto the ghost streets

Riding the public bus through the night city
We saw a world that wasn’t there
And it was more real
Than the rose of reality
A world that could illuminate light
Turn glass into rain
A world that could fall like memory
Into the broken horizon
Into a distant storm
Into the fog of love
Where our future used to hang

Everything was once here
Now everything beautiful is a weapon
And everyone went missing
And there are just these dark streets
And this endless night bus
Disappearing around every corner
Deeper than the bottomless soul
Into the afterhours city of lost thoughts

-Jordan Sullivan, Brooklyn, 2019


released November 27, 2019

I was thinking about what's real and what's not. I guess you probably know that most things aren't. It's like a dream where you gotta start running, but you can't move your legs. I was thinking that all these beautiful things are just projections, unattainable, floating way out there in the distance, on broken horizons. No one gets out of this life alive, so I have to find peace with this country inside myself. I have to embrace and reassemble the chaos, the filth, the trash, the ruins, the mistakes, the failures, the mess that I've made of my own soul. It happens on the spirit level. Sometimes it feels like there's nothing more fake than reality, and nothing more real than a dirty night street with some dirty night wind blowing around all those lost and broken sounds. Here's to the real world, and whatever that may be. And here's to heaven, wherever that may be...

This recording of falling sounds was made under torn yellow apartment lights with windows facing fractured Brooklyn gray. Trumpet calls to heaven recorded in Manhattan in afterhour morning dark among the lonelier shadows of Division Street. Serenade to Lower East Side ghosts and everything disappearing.

Jordan Sullivan: Worried Guitar, Lost Piano
Joseph Oxley: Freedom Trumpet

Hologram of Heaven and The Sun at Night:
Written and performed by Jordan Sullivan and Joseph Oxley

At The Corner of Heartbreak & Avalanche:
Written and Performed by Jordan Sullivan

Album Art & Design by Jordan Sullivan

All Songs Produced and Recorded by Jordan Sullivan


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