The trip

Yet another trip down memory lane this morning on the way to work.

It started out with:

“I’m going to the darklands
to talk in rhyme
with my chaotic soul
…”

Quickly followed by:

“Deep one perfect morning
as the sun is heading up
into the sky
…”

And on to the mythic:

“Step back and watch the sweet thing
breaking everything she sees
she can take my darkest feeling
tear it up till i’m on me knees
…”

Ah, the angst, the gloom, the despair… Those where truly the days!
Can’t wait to get back home and listen to the rest of it.
This was a christmas present which I’ve only come around to appreciate now.

“you were my sunny day rain
you were the clouds in the sky
you were the darkest sky
but your lips spoke gold and honey
that’s why i’m happy when it rains
i’m happy when it pours
…”