The Sleepwalker

I can hear
voices in the water
coming up like
smoke brings the wind
I have to take some time
to relocate that house of mine
I think I must lost it
in the river
they see things so
to green eyes they give nothing away
do you think now at last
you can tell me
no you won’t
give away
crush snow on my face
feels like
and birds
black face
singing in the tree
if I got myself a gun
then I could shoot
down everyone
maybe I’ve just invented some religion
I saw father
dancing with his daughter
and the music singing softly on the breeze
I can’t see an end
salvation anywhere
think I’ll wait here if he comes
he comes down the river
think I’ll wait here if he comes
he comes down the river
I’ve heard all this before
already I know
a lost soul
I won’t say

Cat Power, “The Sleepwalker”. In “Dear Sir”, 1995.


with every song

every cell in my body
lined up to you
legs a little open
once again
awaken my senses
head topless
arisen my senses
just that kiss
all there is

Björk, “arisen my senses”. In “Utopia”, 2017.


We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There’s a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It’s become a habit
A way to start the day
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

Björk, “Hyperballad”. In “Post”, 1995.


I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Maybe there’s a God above
All I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Leonard Cohen, “Hallelujah”. In “Various positions”, 1984. The cover by Jeff Buckley is also highly recommended.

Lights On

I shy away in my mind
In hopes someday I could share this place
With you
You’ll be the first love to find
The shadows that make the girl you undo
Cause the man that you are is defined
By the way that you act in the light
Break or seize me
If the flame gets blown out and you shine
I will know that you can not be mine
Live or leave me
When I trust you we can do it with the lights on
When I trust you we’ll make love until the morning
Let me tell you all my secrets, and I whisper ‘til the day’s done
Break or seize me
Let the things that I tell you reside
In the way that you handle your size
Live or leave me

FKA twigs. In “Lights On”, “LP1”, 2014.

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.