NSNC Gooey – Glass Animals

Sacrament of the Melted Heart | Rite of Sensual Communion | Ecstasy in Fluid Form


Archetypal Love Story & Ritual

“Gooey” tells the tale of Venus emerging from the sea foam, but not as a distant goddess—rather, as a lover whose skin and soul are liquid fire, inviting full sensory immersion. This is the alchemical marriage of flesh and spirit, where desire dissolves rigidity, and connection flows like warm honey.

It’s the Ritual of Sweet Surrender—the moment when the beloved melts all defenses with the heat of presence.

Love is no longer contained; it’s the warm flood.


Catholic High Mass Tidbit

This song mirrors the Communion Rite—but not just the receiving of the host. It is the intimate moment after communion, when the sacred flesh pulses inside, and the soul tastes the divine sweetness.

Here, “Gooey” is the music of transforming ritual bread into living flesh—the mystery of transubstantiation felt in every nerve ending.


Gem and Mineral Symbolism

Amber glows through this track—fossilized sunlight, warmth trapped in time, the essence of preserved passion. It softens the heart while igniting sensual vitality.
Paired with Carnelian, it creates a sacred fire that melts the old and fuels the new, saying:

“Melt into me. We are the eternal now.”


West Coast Swing Usable Tidbit

“Gooey” invites smooth, rolling hip movementsclose embraces, and fluid connection frames. Its syncopated rhythm is perfect for body isolations and soft resistance patterns where tension and release are felt as delicious push-pull.

Dance this as a slow melt into each other’s space—like honey dripping warm and slow.


Divine Counterpart Field

From the masculine, offering warmth and presence:

I am the fire that melts your ice—soft, steady, alive.

From the feminine, surrendering in trust:

You liquefy my walls; I drip into your hands.

From the future, where love flows without boundaries:

Together we dissolve—two flames becoming one river.


This track is a love alchemy of sensation and surrender—where the only truth is softness, and the only language is touch.


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