When I come home
You’re just lying there
Face against the wall
Never had a care
I am just a traveller
There’s no light in this room
And the body’s aching at night
Would I be acting up
If I said it’s not enough
Who knows who else who is with
No one is with the traveller
There’s a light in my eyes
And a future invisible now
Heard it’s your birthday
Candles in a row
Better blow them quick
Before they’re melting on the floor
You were never a traveller
There’s no light in your room
And the bodies don’t ache in the night
Would I be acting up
If I said not that much
Who else would do anything for the traveller
There’s a light in her eyes
And a future visible touch
I was looking out of the window at the sky
Starless vigil of a life that has gone by
Saturn turning and I feel there’s not much more
For a vision of the night turn off your light
-Beach House “The Traveller”
I returned from Rouyn-Noranda on the evening of Monday, September 2. And as soon as I got back home, I had to get myself together for a trip down to Philadelphia for the fifth installment of Asian Arts Initiative’s Sound Type Music Festival and Music Writers Workshop the following Saturday.
Yes, it was a bit of a head spinning experience, but I wanted to travel more tis year. And man, did I do so. Philadelphia. Wichita. Rouyn-Noranda. Hopefully next year there will be more of that.
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