We need life jackets to float
On words which leave so much unsaid
How can this not sound like sophistry
To justify absence from your thought, your bed?
But this hemorrhaging of language
Still keeps the best phrase locked in my head.
Easy to talk of loneliness, of ageing, damning
Those who would be Presidents and Generals of dead
Forgetting the detail, the paticular hunger
Of someone you know waiting to be fed.
And how I’m doing it again, drifting on words,
More lines for the simple thing not said.
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness. -Desmond Tutu
One of the best videos/songs I’ve seen/heard in a very, long time. This frame is very misleading. No offense, dude, nice fro. Pay attention to the lyrics. I know a lot of people don’t when they’re listening to music and you know, you should. This is poetry. This is getting into someone else’s mind. This is how you learn.
Life should be full of music like this. Just like this. The imperfections of drumming on cardboard boxes. The charming faces of vulnerability. Harmonies that screech into your soul. Artistic impulsivity, connection, pure joy. This is beauty at its very best.