|1. First Breath After Coma|
|2. Only Moment We Were Alone|
|3. Six Days At The Bottom Of The Ocean|
|5. Your Hand In Mine|
_The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place_ takes emotions that you never knew existed, and puts them into musical form. Explosions In The Sky has a brilliant knack for making the most incredibly emotional music. Listening to this album is a treat to behold - you will feel things that you never knew you could feel. Intense joy and sorrow that cannot be adequately described. This album is absolutely essential, and is one of the best albums of 2003; it has already become one of my all-time favorite albums, surpassing even their debut album _Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Live Forever_ (which was a landmark album in the post-rock world, as well as my life).
I really cannot say enough complementary things about this band or this album. If you enjoy music that makes you _feel_, look no further.
Listen to this CD! Day or night, summer or winter, wet or dry, sick or healthy, poor or rich, shaved or hairy!
You won't regret it!
This is one of the most pure moments of my life. Time: 7:14 pm. Date: 4.16.4. Location: picnic table behind Clevenger. Music: Explosions In The Sky. Smoking: Swisher Sweets Perfecto. Drinking: Boyd's Light Roast coffee from Courtside. The sun is beginning to set.
I think I just smiled for the first time today. This moment makes me incredibly happy. A bird just flew overhead against the light-blue, yellow-tinted sky. As he disappeared, "Your Hand In Mine" became triumphant and even more beautiful than it already was. EITS's music was made for moments like this - the tiny, insignificant moments that make you realize how great life is and how beautiful everything around you is. Listening to this band relieves stress and gives me hope. Life seems to be falling in place all around me. The only thing that matters is this pure music...this pure emotion...this absolutely pure moment.
A pine tree sways in the wind. A man drives by, oblivious. I inhale this sweet smoke once more. A foreign man on a bike rides by, curiously observing the beautiful world around him. A cloud of swirling smoke exits my mouth and nose, floating to the ether. A streetlamp flickers on as the sun continues its descent. I light another cigar as the music builds and envelops me. The sun bids me farewell. I sit, cloaked in smoke, song, and darkness.
The purest moment of my life.