Such an old album, such a dear friend all these songs. Reminding me of growing up, of finding comfort in things that brought me to a gentle place from pain. Like my love does now.
It was a nice break from harsh reality, and a nice break from the goddam quadratic equations, factorials, fourth roots, parabolas which I thought I could leave behind forever.
I can only respond to this by channeling Molly Bloom:
ReplyDelete"O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down Jo me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."