i just finished a cold war thriller written by tom gabbay called "the berlin conspiracy". it was a pleasant read, mostly mindless but it didn't leave me feeling at all inspired to write. i think that's okay. not everything i read needs to set my writing hand on fire.
the reason i bring this up is that i just listened to a fleet foxes song called "oliver james" and the lyrics ripped through me. haunting, beautiful, a little bit abstract. the more i thought about it, the more i realized how big of a role music plays in my want/need to write. this isn't earth-shattering but it struck me as an important thing to be conscious of as i move forward.
music: my antidote to writer's block/malaise/sheer laziness.
anyways, here are the lyrics. also, check out fleet foxes if you haven't yet heard of them.
"Oliver James"
On the way to your brother's house in the valley, dear,
By the river bridge a cradle floating beside me.
In the whitest water on the banks against the stone
You will lift his body from the shore and bring him home
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
On the kitchen table that your grandfather did make
You and your delicate way will slowly clean his faith
And you will remember when you rehearsed the actions of A innocent and anxious mother full of anxious love
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
Walk with me down Ruby beach and through the valley floor
Love for the one you know more
Love for the one you know more
Back we go to your brother's house emptier my dear
The sound of ancient voices ringing soft upon your ear
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer
-cl.
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