so comes, the New Year

"Philharmonics" - Agnes Obel 




“Guess who died,
last night
In grey stockings,
in all might
It was no loss
The only God of mine”

I site here alone, and ponder you. You, with your double standard. Things you never let me do or see, are yours for the taking. And so you take off without respecting me. Into the black of night you go, to wear your crown of fools and throw beads onto women in the city of sin. This is your pleasure? Your enjoyment?

“He fell down,
just to drown
In a sea
of delight
To tame champagne
And creatures of the night”

You call me from where you stand, in the street with hundreds of others, all sucking down fiery poison. I see just how far you’re out. You are useless to me. What good is a befuddled inebriated fool? You tell me you love me. Do you? Can you even comprehend the meaning in what you’re saying? Will you remember this conversation when the sun breaks free to chase away the night stumblers?

“As the water,
took him over
Filled his lungs,
inside out
I sold his gold
For flowers and rice”

We break connection and I realize something pivotal. For whatever unfathomable reason I love you, I don’t really like you. Is love enough? Perhaps. But I feel I will be forever lonely in my love…

“Speaking fire,
he would hire
Pawns and peasants
just like me
To feed upon the conquered ones

But now, we are free”