Here's a cautionary tale and possibly some hope. Possibly...

Here's a cautionary tale and possibly some hope. Possibly..., originally uploaded by _m8 (back to photos, keep'n it smooth).

Here's a cautionary tale and possibly some hope. Possibly...

Where the world is at once lifted from the scorn that produced too many words to tell by.

For quite some time I played this record... during my break up (2005-2006 period) whilst drinking excessively and when not (simply lamenting). Just thinking about this period and the taste of red wine begins to fill my mouth again — some somatic response. Really the whole thing was brought on by a kind of mental illness (in her) — and you say, of course he would say this — but in fact it's the truth and gets worse each year. My heart snapped for a time, didn't know which way was up or if ever again.... but it did reform (the heart) it snapped back... but as you see the lingering scent of any demons still bears witness to it all. And now the children, finally have come to me, after a time of great sorrow. And now the journey anew begins. The song, which was always quite difficult to pay witness, was something I forced myself to listen to many a time, as some form of listening in on hope and despair (we tend to like to wallow in it). I always knew the truth would prevail, but it's that waiting game that keeps you tossing in the night. So here he is: David Sylvian. Excuse the overload of words. I have not hit any sort of balance in this new frontier as yet. But in fact the real blow of a marriage collapsing is long since buried, that much is for sure. Say goodbye to old demons however live they may appear.

MP3 PLAYING (click for the song file located in the notes)
song: Snow Borne Sorrow
artist: Nine Horses (aka David Sylvian)
album: Snow Borne Sorrow

Strip the branches
Unsheathe the hatchets
The threads of friendship
Are coming off

The teeth of lawyers
Man the trenches
Bands of betrothal
Are coming off

But if we’re good
If we’re kind
But if we’re good
Generous and kind
We’ll inhabit their sunsets
Their goddesses and queens
We’ll try to do the right thing

(Oh save them)
Oh save them
(Oh save them)
(Oh save them)
Oh save them
(Oh save them)

Let the children come to me

It’s a harrowing world
Of adults and girls
Lashing out at the hurt
That surrounds them

With the knives drawn apart
They shatter the heart
Of anyone that dares come between them

Let the children come to me

Once a playground of swings
Then the malice set in
And reduced all the colours to winter

So we made it our own
This snow borne sorrow
And this love that stutters and splinters

Let the children come to me

Her apostles have gone
They left one by one
With no forwarding address to trace them

It’s a secular world
Of adults and girls
And we ask because nothing is certain

Let the children come to me

When their feet touch the ground
Naked unbound
I want them to know they can trust me

There’s so much to be ungrateful for

Let the children come to me