This is the worst time of year--this last dogeared bit of winter.
It just feels like it will go on forever. Spring will never get here.
And stupid things keep happening, and everything I touch breaks. Everything seems heavy.
And then there is a song like this....
Each evening the sun sets in five billion places,
Seen by ten billion eyes set in five billion faces,
Then they close, end the day, and wait for the dawing,
But the daylight and sunrise,
Are brighter in our eyes...
...
And it all seems larger than life to me
I find it rather hard rather hard to believe.
So I stand as the sound goes straight through my body,
I'm so bloated up, happy, and I throw things around me.
And I'm growing in stages, and have been for ages,
Just singing and floating and free.
Something tells me I will be listening to a lot of The Chills this week.
Dum de dum dum
Its a heavenly pop hit
For those that still want it.
Thanks, Mary, for sending all the way back in 1990.
Posted at February 18, 2003 09:36 PM