random acts of senseless beauty

Treasu(red)

Wonderful H in Los Angeles has sent all five of our fabulous group of girls matching shirts. They speak assurance to ourselves and also mean that, when needed, we can show solidarity in our uniforms, however great the physical distance between us.

I’m at the end of a few days at home, using up leave and trying to get writing done. I’ve got some, if not all of it finished, but I’ve also used the time to fall hopelessly back in love with the words of one of my favourite lyricists; Guy Garvey.

I’ve been listening to the new Elbow album The Seldom Seen Kid on repeat and, as always with new Elbow, there’s a couple of tracks who’s lyrics hold me totally captivated.

Here, for your delectation, are the lyrics of The Bones Of You, a song about – frankly – the way music makes you its bitch:

So I’m there
Charging around with a juggernaut brow
Overdrafts speeches & deadlines to make
Cramming commitments like cats in a sack
Telephone burn and a purposeful gait
When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch of a song that I know
And the world moves in slo mo
Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day

And it’s you
And it’s May
And we’re sleeping through the day
And I’m 5 years ago and 3 thousand miles away

Do I have time?
A man of my caliber
Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager
No, and I dealt with this years ago
I took a hammer to every memento
But image on image like beads on a rosary
Move through my head as the music takes hold
And the sickener hits; I can work till I break
But I love the bones of you that I will never escape

And it’s you
And it’s May
And we’re sleeping through the day
And I’m 5 years ago and 3 thousand miles away
And I can’t move my arm
For fear that you will wake
And I’m 5 years ago and 3 thousand miles away

And, while you’re digesting that, here’s a picture of me dressed as Audrey Hepburn/Holly Golightly from Hannah’s hen-do at the weekend.

Judy Golightly