You avoid contact of the first kind at all costs. Do you fear to feel other people? If you don’t get close to others, you won’t be betrayed or hurt. However, neither will you forget what loneliness is. A person can’t erase sadness forever. Everyone is alone. However, people can forget and so they are able to live.
See, we all got what I call a “life trap”, this gene-deep certainty that things will be different, that you’ll move to another city and meet the people that’ll be the friends for the rest of your life, that you’ll fall in love and be fulfilled. Fucking fulfillment. And closure. Whatever the fuck those two fucking empty jars are to hold this shitstorm in. Nothing is ever fulfilled until the very end.
The Sea Is a Good Place To Think Of The Future - Los Campesinos!
She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders
Waiting for the tide to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore
This thing hurts like hell, but what did you expect?
Another song perfect to slowly fall asleep, as every song in the acoustic side of Bringing It All Back Home.
This is the live version of the 1966 Royal Albert Hall concert, with a warmer and deeper voice that the studio one. Just perfect.
Favourite lines: “The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you. And it’s all over now, Baby Blue”