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Check me out!Hidden soulFinding the hidden soul
Beneath the places we could control
Perceiving some deeper soul
Between the spaces and mental folds
Seeing the bigger truth
Pictures painted of something new
Explore a language above the clouds
To realise and have no doubt.
Easy Access?
The pursuit of the elusive broadband connection goes on. Since we left Inchgarvie this holy grail of contact with outside world has been denied to us. Engineers, call centres, mild verbal abuse, strongly worded letters, paying bills (reluctantly), fiddling, twiddling and moving equipment from room to room, new leads, new filters and new contracts have been tried but still that blood green light on the modem wont light up. The fact is the big boys don’t care about a minority of customers who, like us sit at the end of a long line. Our telephone cable disappears mysteriously into the trees across the road never to be seen again. I imagine a family of squirrels hanging out their washing on it, jackdaws cavorting on it, branches rubbing through it’s insulation and rodents gnawing into it’s copper core. We are defeated it seems. Well that’s all I can think while I sit patiently waiting on a visit from yet another BT engineer who is late already (he didn’t turn up).
TodayI wish for rain
The dark torrent from the sky
Again
Sprouts weeds and wash the streets
Fill the pavements cracks and gutters
Drip from windowsills and under
Cars and traffic and splash the world
Clean the breath from my lungs
Taste the chill freshness on the tip of my tongue.
Last weekend...
Cats and rabbits can peaceful coexist under certain circumstances I imagine, but not around here. Syrus has been hunting and has been (as usual) pretty successful. Today at lunchtime he proudly produced a dead baby rabbit, which he proceeded to toss around, cuddle and wrestle with as we looked on, jaws dropping. He was clearly well pleased with himself and showing no remorse removed it from our back door out into some secret place to enjoy as a private feast. Who are we to judge the ways of the wild? Before he came to live with us he allegedly fended for himself for almost a year so finding and finishing off fresh prey is not out with his normal behaviour. At least he didn’t try to put it on the barbeque. (Later in the evening I found another dead rabbit over by the garage, this one was half eaten; clearly Syrus has had a busy day. Whilst neither Ali nor I are completely happy with his behaviour we both see that he is at the higher end of the Parkhead food chain and that what he kills and {mostly} leaves behind will feed a few families of scavengers over the next few days. There is no point in being judgemental towards your pet even when he is exhibiting worrying serial killer tendencies!)
Most of last weekend was been spent building garden furniture. The picnic table turned out to a half-day job, I’ve never seen so many different huts and bolts and combinations of bits. I could have built a decent dune buggy in the same time and with fewer parts. Any way it’s all over now: Goalposts, trampoline, picnic table c/w parasol, swinging bench, barbeque and an ordinary bench all ready for the onslaught of summer. Whatever we all had great fun yesterday in the unfamiliar sunshine messing around in the garden. The kids spent most of the day trampolining and brushing up on football skills while we cooked, read, joined in, watched wild birds and tried to relax, right up until Dr Who came on.
Ali has been experimenting with flavoured water products. Today, as a result of having made an apple crumble (apples, rhubarb, mixed (Christmas fruit), crumble and I’m not sure what) we enjoyed apple peel tea. Boil the apple peel, strain and sieve; add honey, serve and drink. I was quite tasty if a little mild and has potential. I get the feeling that following a series of “tea” experiments something rather good, substantial and hopefully successful will emerge. Ali’s already asking me questions about bottling and preserving – as if I would know.
Still trying to put together a cover concept for the next cd. One question has arisen, “do the lyrics need to be reproduced?” We’ve always kind of felt this was important but I’m not so sure, perhaps it’s better to say less, allow people to listen and draw their own meaning and conclusions from the songs, if they bother to at all. It is certainly true that a part of the cd experience is studying the cover and reading notes and lyrics and checking credits. We have ideas for the visuals but haven’t progressed beyond the early stages; I‘ve not even done a mock up or anything. We are also thinking of using tracks from a remix that Martin is working on so the end product is still a distance away.
Long Weekend (but not long enough)
To switch off for a weekend,
To lose the thoughts and motivations,
On which we seem to depend.
To end.
Some sort of struggle against time,
To give way, stay up, sleep in, relax, unwind.
Because I’m in the same room as you,
When you devour some clever book,
I gain vicarious pleasure and knowledge,
With hardly a second look.
But in my inner strange stillness,
Ideas keep on coming back, the list of things to do,
And think and say, plan and write, read and pack,
Pack more into each uncertain day.
To lead these thoughts astray
To take you far away.
To ride a white horse in this holy mission,
Jumping between straight scientific certainty,
Black arts and modern superstition,
Just a few sparks between, the visible and the unseen.
The things that fall between the cracks,
Covering some unavoidable tracks,
Another weekend left to relax.
Another few hours left to relax.
