I remember how it took you down, as the winter turned the meadow brown.

Tune of the day CXLII.

I don’t want the summer to ever end. Can I have my invincible été now, please? Okay, so it has to. It will. Soon. Well, can I at least be assured a nice fall? A bearable winter? No? Alright then, I’ll just have to cross my fingers and hope for the best.

The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

How did any holes in the snow tipped pines, I find
Hatching from the seed of your thin mind, all night?

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

Brother you don’t need to turn me away
I was waiting down at the ancient gate

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

I remember how they took you down
As the winter turned the meadow brown

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

When I’m walking brother don’t you forget
It ain’t often you’ll ever find a friend

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today 

 

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I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats

Tune of the day CXXXI.

With only one verse, it makes me think of a forest. A tale of red and white. Of night and day. Of moon and sun. Of winter and summer.

(I hadn’t seen the video till now. After the initial shock, it brought a smile to my face to know that my vision and interpretation is shared so closely. What a lovely way to see it come to life.)

With scarves of red tied around their throats
To keep their little heads
From falling in the snow
And I turned around and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries
In the summertime 

I felt a slip into a watery grave.

Tune of the day CVI.

I’m posting a song that is about the summer, by a band whose name includes a month that is in the middle of winter, because I think that it fits in with my day – which made me think of spring. Does that make sense? The song does remind me of spring though, with traces of the cold, that is not yet left behind, and gleams of the light, that will soon begin to spread the word of it’s forthcoming arrival.

Summer arrives with a length of lights
Summer blows away
And quietly gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave