Elbow – Scattered Black and Whites

I am starting today off with a nostalgic piano ballad by Guy Garvey’s British band, Elbow.  It suits today’s winter backdrop perfectly.  If you like this Elbow song, check out “Red”, “Asleep In The Back”, “Great Expectations”, “Dear Friends”.

Been climbing trees, I’ve skinned my knees
My hands are black, the sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
She’s listening to the dream I weaved today
Crosswords through the bathroom door
While someone sings the theme-tune to the news
And my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
And that’s what triggered this

I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days

A high-back chair, he sits and stares
A thousand yards and whistles
Marching-band (Boom-ching)
Kneeling by and speaking up
He reaches out and I take a
Massive hand.

Disjointed tales
That flit between short trousers
And a full dress uniform
And he talks of people ten years gone
like I’ve known them all my life
Like scattered black ‘n’ whites

lyrics: Google Play Music

snow day

in Ottawa, Canada we have a storied history of substantial snow and ice storms and at 39 years of age my adaptation to our winters has never really progressed.  I dread the heavy snow blankets and gloom of the ashen skies on these shortened days, feeling trapped, whiny and anxious. 

Today is a snow day.

I am fully aware that in the scope of the world’s issues, a snow storm is a fairly innocuous blip in an otherwise very blessed life yet, as the inches pile on the ground, I can’t escape the feeling that I am slowly being buried along with it.

Tea helps. 😉

“Grumpy” Gorman


image: http://3dperez.blogspot.ca/



Depeche Mode – In Your Room (remix)

This is a blast from the past. This is a teethier, condensed take on the sprawling original, found on the Songs of Faith and Devotion.  Sexy song… strange video.

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I’m hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here?
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I’m hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here?

Will I always be here?

lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/depechemode/inyourroom.html