Guess I’m doing fine

There’s a blue bird at my window
I can’t hear the songs he sings
All the jewels in heaven
They don’t look the same to me
I just wade the tides that turned
Till I learn to leave the past behind
It’s only lies that I’m living
It’s only tears that I’m crying
It’s only you that I’m losing
Guess I’m doing fine
All the battlements are empty
And the moon is laying low
Yellow roses in the graveyard
Got no time to watch them grow
Now I bade a friend farewell
I can do whatever pleases me
Press my face up to the window
To see how warm it is inside
See the things that I’ve been missing
Missing all this time
Guess I’m doing fine

Beck. In “Guess I’m doing fine”, “Sea Change”, 2002.


Manta Ray

In the trees
Between the leaves
All the growing
That we did
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other
I divide
In the sky
In the the seams
Between the beams
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other

Antony Hegarty (Anohni). In “Manta Ray”, “Racing Extinction”, 2015.


After all the flames
In the morning
Quiet ashes fell
For hours and hours
And in the morning rise
We planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
So we dug ourselves a hole
And planted all our skin
Like a seed in the ground
To grow again
Where the fireweeds grow

Patrick Watson, In “Fireweed”, “Wooden Arms”, 2009.

Luscious life

Sweet oh luscious life
celebrate your dreams when you are away
doesn’t it taste so sweet
like it’s growing on oh, growing on the trees
growing on the trees
when you pick me up off the ground
I’ll slowly turn you from a frown
sweet oh luscious life
my sweet oh my sweet oh, luscious life
you taste so sweet
when you are so free
my sweet oh luscious life you taste so sweet, to me
hold time, no need for the moment of the day
I celebrate, I need, I need you today
what’s one minute of the day
to celebrate
to let it be
to feel so free
when you and me
in a sweet luscious life
for a minute of the day
you taste so sweet
you taste so

Patrick Watson, In “Luscious life”, “Close to Paradise”, 2006.

American dream

Oh, the revolution was here
That would set you free from those bourgeoisie
In the morning everything’s clearer
When the sunlight exposes your age
But that’s okay
And that’s okay
Grab your clothes and head to the doorway
If you dance out, no one complains
Find the place where you can be boring
Where you won’t need to explain
That you’re sick in the head and you wish you were dead
Or at least instead of sleeping here you prefer your own bed, come on
You just suck at self-preservation
Versus someone else’s pain
So you feel drained
And insane
But now more will go with age, you know
So get up and stop your complaining
You know that you’re the only one who’s been destroying all the fun
Look what happened when you were dreaming
Then punch yourself in the face
So you kiss and you clutch but you can’t fight that feeling
That your one true love is just awaiting your big meeting
So you never even asked for names
You just look right through them as if you already came
It’s a drug of the heart and you can’t stop the shaking
‘Cause the body wants what it’s terrible at taking, oh
And you can’t remember the meaning
But there’s no going back against this California feeling

James Murphy
In “American Dream”, LCD Soundsystem, 2017.

Those nights that never end

How long is that?
Three billion,
One hundred and fifty five million, 
Nine hundred and seventy three thousand,
Six hundred seconds.
Height hundred and seventy six million hours,
Or thirty six thousand five hundred days.
Almost as long as
One of those endless,
And dark nights of the soul.
Those nights that never end,
When you believe
You’ll never see the sunrise again,
When a single second feels like,
A century.

Jarvis Cocker
In “Century”, Feist. “Pleasure”, 2017.