The Long Escape

So long.

Time was something i always seemed to write about; when i wrote about things. Time gets too grand to spin down, the last grains can't tell the whole story that fell down before. Start afresh. It always takes time before that penny drops. Time = Gravity and all that.




Calexico - Black Heart
Some old favourite rekindled, Calexico can be the uncomfortable night, the dark corners, the shadows in dusk light. But don't forget passion in it's push and pulls, it's ache and drive. Cinema, sex, drink, smoke from cigarettes in heavy air. They never fail to take you somewhere more intense than the now.



Murder By Death - Spring Break, 1899
Dark and villainous, the song dresses characters out of books and old films, a dark stranger, heeled boots and tired clothes, furrowed brow over short drinks, the efforts to forget. The demise and swan song, the getaway; plumes of dust trail to the border with a sweated brow, a nervous glance behind, tired lies and no alibis.



Beirut - Gulag Orkestar
The freedom of escape; landscapes slide by under a big blue sky, the air dry and a salty thirst on cracked lips, the unknown at fingertips drumming an idle knee. The nearest town is run down, beaten iron and weathered skin, small eyes that have seen this tide; known to care free for the passing. Rolling by, spirits on the rise as the otherside drifts behind, quenched in golden dust, as day turns to dusk, a voice grows aloft in song as joy finds a long forgotten soul. The first quiet night dawns a new time.