it’s the ups and downs that never seem to end. sometimes it’s quicker than others but all still keeps going. so it’s soldiering on, shoulder to the wheel and other expressions of the same sort. because it never comes the way you expect it too.
carrying on and on because that’s the only way to do it. it’s music for the uplift. even when it’s a sad sad song.
it’s letting people in. knowing all that can bring. the good. the bad. the painful. the wonderful. it’s being open to what ever might happen. where ever you might find it.
because that’s the only way to.
this is clear cut.
there are those albums you come back to all the time. when I first got it Libertine staid on my turntable for a least a month. Getting played everyday. As well as being put onto both sides of a tape that may have well been glued into my walkman. And it still comes back again and again. There isn’t any time or feeling attached to it either. It’s just good and borderline perfect. Other albums and songs have very specific activities or events or memories attached to them which all come back when played. But this doesn’t. It just is. It’s a big time impact for a small album that I’m not really sure how many people got to hear or appreciate. But it’s out there. So you should.
and here it is again. with pain and venom and sadness. there’s nothing in the spaces here. nothing between the lines. it is what it is. nothing more. nothing less. take it at face value. trying for no hidden means. other than those few that are always there. never quiet as simple as you think it is. summed up and forgotten. with songs from a yesterday five years ago. precisely un-timely in the most perfect way. under clear cold skies, the night time walks down empty streets. with lights at home kept dim. because it’s still 3am eternal. now and forever. the dim time that brings it all. being 12 hours off the world. steamed milk and calming down at 8am. those days spent as nights. night for day being the perfect time. with song fragments no one will get. with quotes that always sound grime. memories that pierce. a sad smile and a happy tear. it’s moving forward with a rage. putting it all on the line again. and again if needed. screaming along to the songs that need to be screamed to.