#35: Hanging
I still write songs too
Hello,
The other day I ran into a friend. Friend said I like your stories and all, but do you still make music or what? I said Yes I still make music I still write songs and I can prove it too. I then tried to hold up my phone to his ear to show him this one, but it’s not really a song that translates over an iPhone speaker on the corner of a busy street. So I promised him I’d post it here.
Hanging
Call up brother
Start from beginning
When we were children
When we were willing
I looked for you on the third of December
You wore leather pants but I can’t remember
Your shoes
Your coat
Your door
Just the morning
You told me all about Arthur Russell
And I think of you every time I skip through Brussels
Like a stone
You wanted June
You wanted April
I wanted you late and now
It’s much later
You said jump in the water I can feel the world turning
I said yes and I didn’t and I felt the sky burning
My back
Be my mirror now I see things much clearer now
The pigeons are singing I can hear it now
Climb through the window before the feeling starts fading
I wanted you this morning but now it’s much later
Call up brother
Tell him ending
How I left you
Hanging

Gem. Straalt (een octaaf lager dan vroeger). Kruipt in mijn oor.
Prachtig. Tekst. Alles.