I've come here to play the same song. The memory of sounds and words of this version has been with me for all day today. So once more, for the end of the day.
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
What could I play this afternoon while walking in 30°C on the street?...
And it felt absolutely great, just me and this album. The trio Watching Me Fall, 39 and Bloodflowers is in a way comparable to Prayers For Rain, TSDWAY and Disintegration. It's wonderful to listen them all in a row. All the world stops to matter. However, today for me Where the Birds Always Sing was the song of the day. I still can find a new layer in RS's writing, still some songs can start to mean more, they still can just click in the right place. I used to say that RS wrote my every thought and feeling, those which already happened and those which are yet to come. It is still true.
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.