As a songwriter, once in a while you hear a song so perfect that it evokes everything in you that you could ever hope to evoke in someone else. So you listen to it, and listen to it, and listen to it, until it’s the only thing that matters anymore, the only thing that exists.
In that moment, as luminescent rivers carve canyons down your face, you know why you spent ten years of your life striving for this kind of genius. You could spend the rest of your years chasing it down and still never come close to this, a throwaway track from some obscure album by a band that isn’t even a has-been but a never-was. But instead of envy, you just feel pride that at least somebody on this sad planet created something beautiful. And it makes you kind of glad you gave up, because you see how seldom people appreciate the good things in this world.
Don’t send me away.
—“Song in the Air” by Elliott
Come with song in the air.
Bring your life and your love.
Show that sparkles last.
Drag on. Away.
Maybe you’re the same. Without me.
It is a beautiful song. I was glad you put it on Mysp.
You don’t seem the quitting type. (?) What do I know. You can’t get famous too quick, or too young. They’ll never remember you then.
🙂
Me? I’ll hide behind the words of others, instead of having the courage to ever share my own.
“Miracle”
Charles Bukowski
I have just listened to this
symphony which Mozart dashed off
in one day
and it had enough wild and crazy
joy to last
forever,
whatever forever
is
Mozart came as close as
possible to
that.
xo.
*-V.