connected thoughts

Things that have influenced me or connect in some way, if not the same wavelength then at least harmonic.
Here I have to accept my eccentricity, a literal off balance spin in my life that gives me the distance to observe but also separates me from others.

Tim Buckley

Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
’til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang:
“Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you

Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you”

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks

For you sing:
“Touch me not
Touch me not
Come back tomorrow
O my heart
O my heart
Shies from the sorrow”

I am puzzled as the oyster
I am troubled as the tide:
Should I stand amid your breakers?
Or should I lie with death, my bride?

Hear me sing:
“Swim to me
Swim to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you”

In another age and time

While seasons change in timely way
The salt sea ever flows
Where open moors lie cold and bleak
A single flower grows.

Though winter snows fall deep and long
The flower grows the while
The weary traveller passing by
Feels warmer for her smile.

Sunshine and the tender flower
Both melt the young man’s heart
But he who lingers waits his turn
Must learn to play his part.

Through summer days of warmth and love
The young man tends his flower
But blinded by their colours bright
Heeds not the passing hour.

The autumn trees once clothed with gold
Now frayed and sadly worn
The flower bids a chill farewell
The young man’s heart is torn.

While seasons change in timely way
The salt sea ever flows
Where open moors lie cold and bleak
A single flower grows.

lyrical richness

A recent find for me. The musical colours and tones in this piece are a wonder to behold. The double bass sound is a piece of magic just by itself. Just beautiful, and of course the voice.

everything will be

Bound, I am bound, like a knot on a string
Eager to be where my life can begin
Out of the shadow and into the sun
So many things that I should have done

I will untangle myself, so that I can see
I will untangle myself, everything will be
Loving and free

Bound I am bound, like a rope on a swing
Up in the air and then down again
Sure for the first time so clear in my mind
Wise to the feeling I gently unwind

Bound I am bound, to remember your smile
Something so special doesn’t fade away
Sadness is sweet when you’ve gone for a while
When I see you there’ll be a lot to say

Pink Floyd

 

When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child has grown, the dream is gone.

Lyrics from “Comfortably numb”

 

Lost in Bristol

I was in Bristol for the Wildscreen festival and decided to go for a walk.

In one of the city squares an area was cordoned off for rebuilding but you could still kind of walk around it.

I spotted these trees overgrowing a statue and it reminded me of a part of the conversation between David Attenborough and Chris Packam at a talk I attended the previous day,

For just a moment, they speculated how the natural world would recover well from the extinction of humans, they didnt dwell long on  the subject aware that they may have overstepped some boundary.

In the city centre I caught a little glimpse of the possibility.

Accompanying music

A beautiful work of art. Here are the lyrics in full:

Heartleap, headlong, heartache
Heartbreak, headdown, heartfelt

Heartmelt, headstrong, heartspring
Heartsing, headgone, heartleap

Heartsleep, headspace, heartsease
Heartplease, headache, heartsearch

Heartlurch, headfirst, heartlong
Heartsong, headdone, heartleap