At Peace.

There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)

You Were a Kindness...

'You were a kindness when I was a stranger...'

'When someone great is gone...' 

Forever Ago

In The Wind

'You are the purest soul I've ever known in my life....'

'I can see the glowing lights, I can see them every night, Really not that far away...'

Paul x

A Sunday Romance

Light

What unit can love be measured in? Light of course. So much light.

This is so darn beautiful from Ryan Adams. Even after love is done, you can't forget or sully its light. You're the better for it, after all. And when you sing a song of beauty (or write a poem or speak of a love honestly) well, you know that's where the truth is.

Silver Memories

Silver and sparkles in the grey ~

Hello April !

'April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.' 

~ Edna St Vincent Millay

Oh My Sweet Ryan Adams

Harmonica heartache highs and guitar solos are still in my head from seeing Ryan Adams last week. What a show! 

Hello February

Hello lovely lilac fragile February, prelude to spring. Here's to the greening beneath the snow, the growing shoots beneath the ground, the song beneath the song... :)

Jaded But Hopeful

What a joy it is to discover a new artist - the world suddenly sounds better, new. Sharon Van Etten has such a great voice - raw and rangy, emotional hues that go up and down, plumbing a scale of blues.

Maybe This Christmas...

Hello December

Theory of the Crows

Rainy miserable November weather only has one band to sound it, The National:

In the Frosty Moonlight

Tonight is the frosty monn, brightest and whitest moon of the year, and also, my favourite.


'I believe the world it spins for you
We will never be 
I am the moon.... '

'And there's magic in the air
A lotus flower floating out of despair
And my winter sun
You are my broken one...'

Haunted

Imagine the worst kind of haunting... a persistent memory that won't leave - a person, a place, a feeling - a veritable ghost. Maybe at first a comfort, then a dull ache, a sharp pain, a fear, a fate.

Loss and grief and regret and guilt make good torture. Yes, lots of that.


'And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing...'

'purge the soul...'

Memories

A rediscovery of memories tonight. Memories that are echoes...in a pool of light. Memories that are heavy... weighted in gold. Holding on, letting go - either or -  is hard. Easier to just lose them. Forget. Erase. Fast forward. Blank.


'I don't really know where the world is 
but I miss you now...'

'I'm not ready for the weight of us...'

'Does anybody really know if it's the end or the beginning?... It's one door swinging open and one door swinging closed...'

'I would have loved you all my life...'

All these songs from my recent re-watching of The Vampire Diaries. Yes I'm a 'sucker' for para-romance with a high emotional (and for me, nostalgia) content. 

October Melancholy

Some days are just tainted with melancholy in autumn aren't they, an undeniable flavour of nostalgia.