The Post Office

Tonight the storm is giving this town a well-deserved beating. There you are. Here I am. Not together, not apart. We’re hiding in the dark and there is no going back. Lights out, empty black everywhere. Rain pouring like tears on drums, flooding the pavement, feeding this river inside, memories leaving down the stream. Heavy weather outside , safe and sound within these walls. If it only wasn’t for the sound of my heart you left on the ground. Honestly, when I come to think about it, there is no better place to be. When  the world changed colours, your green love faded away, brought the ocean blue hurt, called the grey pain to stay. Eclipsed the past, were we really meant to last? Little girl, are you still looking the other way? /  Would it be that strange if I still missed you? /  Would it be that hard to imagine if I still cared for what’s lost? / But would  you bother to care at all? Little girl, are you happy now? /  What have you won? /  What have you lost in return? /  Was it al

There was a moment when I thought: of all passing things, this had to the longest, most ruthless and emotionally draining phase in my life.  I just simply could not have predicted the extent of the smoke before my eyes. June is gone, yes. But the feeling still remains.  And then along came Ignorance , a beautifully crafted collection of songs, observations and remarks about our own alienation and dissatisfaction with the world, perhaps even our own lives, about the way we hide from reality and why not, the beauty that emerges through it all, no matter how evanescent. It was like a tiny bubble in which I could stick my head in and grasp some fresh air, at least for a while. Tamara Lindeman's voice is surprisingly limited and yet so warm and soothing, like a good friend talking to you. In every single track she effortlessly described the way I'd been feeling about us. How funny, isn't it? - What could be happening to us and what was hurting us inside. That big void in the mid

Sleep well, little darling Don’t let this angst get in the way Love slips away, no crying  We both know It’s getting late It’s killing us, sweet darling Devouring our home night and day So let it be now, no fighting  Had the time, no true words to say Arms around you, my darling Locked yourself in, my yearning outside We came so close, stopped trying I breathe a sigh, helplessly by your side Dream of him, Oh darling As the world we built is torn apart  He calls your name, you’re smiling A picture of a brand new start

Here we are waiting for that perfect moment to begin; the beautiful sound of drums softly banged on the Tom-toms captures me floating and following you onto the roof tonight. You ask me what’s in my pocket and I slide my hand into it, pull it out again and spread it open for you to see: - Oh it’s a little feather! - You say Now it’s my turn to see what’s in your pocket, let me see what’s inside… you smile and trick me into thinking there’s nothing in your coat’s pocket, then you pull your left hand and there it is: - A black whisker! Ooh! - I reply without hiding my amazement. Yes, here we are and I can only be mesmerized….. She’s wonderful and I, well I’m odd. It’s simply us. These two perfect strangers who have known each other for so long, both tucked inside this fleeting moment, two different kinds befriended by a common enemy, suddenly revealing their magic numbers one to another. How could this have ever happened to us, in a world like this, run by lunatics and their politics? H

Deep-digging into my record collection I stumbled across this little old gem, easily one of the simplest yet most overwhelming songs ever written about those precious longings that get us going sometimes. What’s really lovable is that great first line; it sets the tone not only to the song, but the whole album, aptly titled “Hard Promises”. Perhaps this is why Tom will always be underrated besides the likes of Dylan or Springsteen, because there is that humanity perceivable in his lyrics, in the voice of the common man who’s telling us stories about every image seen and captured by the underdogs of this world. It reminds me of how human we could get to be. Oh baby don’t it feel like heaven right now Don’t it feel like somethin’ from a dream Yeah I’ve never known nothing quite like this Don’t it feel like tonight might never be again We know better than to try and pretend Baby no one could have ever told me about this… I said yeah yeah… The waiting is the hardest part Every day you see

Day 274: “Hold your fire! I have done nothing at all or anything different to what you all might once have done” - Said the captain to his rebelling crew as they tried to have him executed. - “I see no purpose in being the one making the rules here anymore. but let us all be fair this one time, who has then been to where I have, must now stand forward and speak out, because to whomever they may be companions here, their truth must come out of its disguise. If any man is to stand firm and in denial on his own feet, he shall not be sailing here with me or any of you and henceforth I shall not be the last to be judged alone” The crew remained uncertain about the captain’s words, unable to decide on granting fairness or employing ruthlessness or even to provide him with an answer. His old pals were not there to interfere in this situation or intercede on the captain’s behalf. Charles had died more ten stories ago and Leonard remained a thousand kisses deep. His crew knew very little abou