//09:19a + 26 Feb 2021 = Friday morning || ‘Hope’ from Arlo Parks spins on Gabriel’s keXp show, Early – “you are not alone”//
Well, how about this – give it a read –
Millie tried to talk the pleasure back into being alive Reminiscing 'bout the apricots and blunts on Peckham Rye Won't call her friends 'cause she's ashamed of being locked into bed Can't feel her legs and feeling like a liar at best <refrain> You're not alone like you think you are You're not alone like you think you are We all have scars, I know it's hard You're not alone, you're not alone You're not alone like you think you are You're not alone like you think you are We all have scars, I know it's hard You're not alone, you're not alone <refrain> You're not alone You're not alone Started sweating bullets when her dad asked, "How d'you really feel?" She said, "I've been feeling like something inside me wants to scream Won't call my friends, I'm persuaded that they'll leave in the end Can't feel my legs, I'm feeling like a liar at best" <<refrain>> I've often felt like I was born under a bad sign Wearing suffering like a silk garment or a spot of blue ink Looking for light and finding a hole where there shouldn't be one I cannot communicate the depth of the feeling Truth is I'm still learning to be open about this But know that I know and you're not alone You know that I know and you're not alone <<refrain>>
Tune yards ‘hold yourself’ – it’s like GT believes the medicine is in the music, eh?
Been noodling a ‘Balance Report’ or ‘The Balance Sheet’ as a snarky ‘well, there’s this – AND there’s that’, in service to my philosophy that the universe is in pursuit of balance. Trans-phobic waste of life vs. Perseverance, the culmination of thousands of talented souls endeavoring to take humanity forward towards a better civilization; that kind of shit. Just not sure how to implement, or if it matters, or if it’s an exercise in spinning my wheels even more. Alas I don’t even know where to start – suspect the current culture of flash news and constant outrage is not conducive to you can be like this, or you can be like that ‘editorializing’ – but I think it’s an idea with legs. Just saying.
‘Call Me’ from Blondie, as covered by Franz Ferdinand – just … spine tingling-ly unexpected. kiddo is in bed, we played with his building blocks – should we laugh when we fling the little people off the swing? – and I sit back to this choppy thrown together no matter how much I want this to be a coherent statement of frankly anything. So I spin up the archive to this morn’s John in the Morning show ’cause … whatever. and though I’m sure I listened to the show I hadn’t heard this song. so – yay for a second pass along a path you’re sure you’ll enjoy, eh?
So I find photos to share, put together clips that might entertain, rifle through the detritus of a slow burn life. How’s you and yours? hope you can see the sky, and the sky looks this nice for you too.