RUNNING HOME FROM NOWHERE
I tried to get an early night. The weekend had been long. But sometimes being tired isn’t enough a reason to lose the restlessness. So I stared at the ceiling for a while thinking about conversations that had happened these past days. People met. Stories told. Truths felt. And words came up. Old words. Words that I had scribbled down on a piece of paper a couple of years ago, only to put the piece of paper somewhere in a dusty corner, never to be seen again. But tonight the words were back, suddenly. I guess the little story had to be told. I apologize for the limited vocals. My voice is almost gone due to lack of sleep…
After some summer silence (the heat does me no good, I get cranky and sad and bored and restless, all in unhealthy doses) the buzz of noise starts approaching. Busy days lie ahead of me. I will take advantage of a visit to the US next month to finally get to meet some very special people and musicians in person. Miss Craven Canary, Mr. Broken at the Gates, Mr. Hi54lofi Records… Some shows will be played, some songs sung, some plans made. And a lot of road left behind, of course. Then, in winter already, I will have the honor to release a little EP with the wonderful Tiny Ruins. You might know Hollie has been around Europe for a while and in Barcelona for over a month. And six songs came out of that. They will be burnt onto a little piece of metal with the name ‘Little notes’ on it. And the new Birdcircus album will soon be announced as well. Indeed, many things. All at once. If you’re about to break a silence you might as well have something to say.
Goodnight.
L.
RUNNING HOME FROM NOWHERE
Did the marketing boys promise that your shit would be a hit?
Did they try to suck your soul out just to clean it up with their spit?
Now here you are
Here you are
Running home from nowhere
The path was laid with laughter on easy silky skin
But it was the hollow silence thereafter that really did you in
Now here you are
Here you are
Running home from nowhere.
