out of the deep drawers of saved days that were,
I try on
few seemingly forgotten songs,
all of which bare the gift of propelling the soul
forward to enchanted places
words, feelings, voices, mood of color and "there", blood to the heart
clinging on to memories of when...
so full and thick the air presses against the skin
but the wind blows not
Today hallelujah by nick cave,
today naragonia, elliot smiths' covered disillusion, morvern callar repeatedly, belle and sebastian as soundtrack to a life "you made me forget my dreams"
and the new meaning it holds as of now to my ears,
then blue spanish skies draw to me saudade of a life uncomfortably not witnessed or lived , like watching a film
being moved into truthfully felt tears ,
stolen/borrowed
smiths please
followed by
guitars more eloquent and graceful than fine pages of writing,
chasing rainbows for new stories and future drawers, corny love songs that lead to clear smiles which light our eyes
geamingly
glad to live and feel
grateful to be breathing
to be young
for the sun to come up
and for the fortune of sharing all that is this...
wonderful others our different families
our "crashes" between paths that intertwine in perpetual movement
wondering if distance will bring us closer, wondering...
if I let go will I wonder at all?
and for now that's it.
here's a "todays" reacalled song:
Belle and sebastian "You made me forget my dreams
When I woke up to you sleeping
We had peace for a night at least
But the trouble starts today
This morning you'll say
"I'll see you sometime, maybe" and I
Fall back to uneasy sleep
You made me forget my dreams
I was building a space rocket
With the boy who played bass guitar
With the boy who's wearing flares
He didn't care
He lit the fuse and ran for a mile
The space rocket went up in style
The space rocket went up in style...
I'll lend you two hundred quid
For a flight across the ocean
Maybe things will look better there
Because they couldn't be much worse
Than tears and a curse
For men with guns, maturing in age
Will always pay a shitty wage
They'll always pay a shitty wage
You made me forget my dreams
When I woke up to you sleeping
There was blood on the sheets again
And the view outside the window
Of gardens in bloom
Obscured by all the trouble we had
I think I better make a move
I think I better make a move..."
