Category Archives: music
one day, you’ll look to see i’ve gone…
…for tomorrow may rain so i’ll follow the sun.
Recently, I keep stumbling across things I haven’t referred to on this blog before, but which are so much an in-built, unconditional, goes-without-saying part of my life, that it might seem absurd to those who know me. Suffice it to say, The Beatles are one of the unquestionables. And if I was to say anymore on the matter, I really wouldn’t know where to begin.
while you point your finger someone else is judging you
I often find myself scouring youtube for live footage of Bob Marley. I can’t help it. It’s like it’s my default setting. Bob-moving-in-real-life-SEARCH. That’s what I’ve just found myself doing, on this, a treasured evening off. I’ve probably seen all there is to see, but I always hope I’ll stumble across something new. And if I don’t, I’ll make do with what’s there (well, it’s hardly making do, is it?). Here’s a favourite for your viewing pleasure. His voice is as good as ever. I love the headphones, the fact that he’s sitting down, and what he’s wearing. I’ll always love the way he moves. Notice the way the camera pans from feet to head, at about 1:30. Not that I’m pedantic or anything. Enjoy!
out in the country, far from all the soot and noise of the city…
it’s been a long time since i last set eyes
on the church with the steeple
down by the village green.
’twas there i met a girl called daisy
and kissed her by the old oak tree.
although i loved my daisy,
i saw fame and so i left the village green.
i miss the village green
and all the simple people…
honey, oh sugar-sugar, you are my candy girl
If in doubt, I always find myself returning to Francoise. And in doubt I am. I’m back to work and yes, I know, I’m sinking off the radar. This is what happens, you see. The sunshine never holds as much promise when you have to work. Also, my speakers aren’t working properly (they’re an essential part of my equilibrium) . And I was considering buying the Topshop Aruba’s in black, but now they’re out of stock. And it’s Sunday and I’ve got to work soon. And oh, how I wish it was this time last week.
up a lazy river by the old mill run
linger awhile in the shade of a tree,
throw away your troubles,
dream with me.
Up a lazy river where the robin’s song
wakes the mornin’ we roll along;
may be blue skies above
everyone’s in love,
up a lazy river,
how happy we’ll be,
up a lazy river with me…
and you, you have no nights and you’ll have no mornings
Urgh, could it be more grim outside? It’s so dark in here and the constant pattering of rain on the balcony is sending me batty. I’ve had toast and coffee (standard). I’ve done some ironing (also standard, it’s my therapy). I’m trying to psyche myself up to do some exercise (so standard). I’m listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers’ rendition of ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ on repeat (this has been the standard for about the past month, ever since the boy played it to me when I was poorly and delirious – I actually thought it had come to me in a dream). And now I am going to share with you a video of it (I’ve never posted a video before for fear of cluttering the place up, but I’m going to make an exception for this piece of genius – totally breaking away from the standard, you see). It’s not much of a video as there’s nothing in particular to look at, but please, just listen and weep. Bob Marley and The Wailers – Like A Rolling Stone
i’m just a soul whose intentions are good…
You know, sometimes, baby, I’m so carefree
With a joy that’s hard to hide;
Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry,
And then you’re bound to see my other side.
