A SMALL DOG & RUDYARD KIPLING

‘How much? Seriously?’ – Cute dog. No price tag.

The other day, a day when shadows were having a rest, I was trying to get a clear head before going back to recording my new stuff, so I took a walk around the next town along the coast from where I live. I can’t claim to be a photographer in any way, shape or form but I find taking pictures helps me unwind so long as I don’t go overkill.

‘Exhibition for Nothing, Art for Free’ – It’s an arty town, and I discovered this decent piece of art stuck down some stairs, painted on the back of an open door designed for seriously short swoony people.

‘Romantic Destiny’ – When I saw the two dog walkers walking toward each other the random thought, ‘romantic destiny’ hit me. Will lives change the moment they meet? Probably not.

Anyway, some music to fill the void. This is an early piece, one from 2013. A demo version. It likes the volume up. The song follows the lyric. I hope you enjoy;

FAULT LINES – Lyric

I travel the fastest*

In a world that is shrinking, my heart turns to stone

I’ll trade this new freedom for all that I have known

 

I travel alone*

Like a worn-out suit in a charity shop

I’d trade this new freedom, my religion I’d swap

 

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

Some tumble, some will fall

 

The pendulum swings

Tectonic plates shift, fault lines are drifting for now

Snapping apart the bond of the peasant and plough

 

Turn around and look back for me

That is the way a heart learns to bleed

 

I can see what needs doing

I can feel all the pain

I can reach out and touch

But I can’t loosen the chain

 

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

Some tumble; some will fall

 

 

I can see what needs doing

I can feel all the pain

I can reach out and touch

But I can’t loosen the chain

 

I travel the fastest*

In a world that is shrinking, my heart turns to stone

I’ll trade this new freedom, for all that I have known

 

I travel alone

Like a worn-out suit in a charity shop

I’d trade this new freedom, for all that I’ve got

 

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

We’re thrown into this world

Some tumble; some will fall

*courtesy of Rudyard Kipling who wrote, ‘He travels the fastest, who travels alone’

One from London Grammar. A song called, ‘Non Believer’. Fantastic song, fantastic production;

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