https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4oLSQ5hkg8
This is a song about being en route – that strange dislocated feeling when travelling alone that you’re in suspended animation somehow. I don’t hate it, but it’s odd. I resist it but it always seems to happen. I’m travelling to Sydney tomorrow. This is my projection of how I might feel. I reality I’ll probably report back that I ganged up with a group of dancers from the Moulin Rouge and we high kicked our way across the oceans. We will see!
WEEK 26 MUST MEAN THAT IT IS EXACTLY HALFWAY THROUGH THE YEAR. WOW! HALFWAY THROUGH 52 SONGS. THAT’S ONLY SLIGHTLY DAUNTING. I’M PLEASED WITH SO MANY OF THE SONGS THAT HAVE COME TO VISIT THIS YEAR ALREADY, SO LOOK FORWARD WITH ANTICIPATION OF WHO ELSE IS ON THEIR WAY!
The Traveller
I pull closed the door, I’m now nothing more than invisible
A traveler from my country to a far country
And in between I’m the traveler
Like millions of bodies beamed
From A to Being transitory
I want to keep hold of me
But I’m not at the end of my street
Before I feel me recede
And the traveler arrive
They can’t see me
The automatic doors won’t open
They can’t see me
I’m a suitcase and a carry on
But I carry on because I’m not an itinerary
I breathe and each breath contains the possibility of joy
But at 30,000 feet joy’s like oxygen, pretty thin
I feel as shallow as my breathing is
But I’m hoping I’ll find myself waiting for me in the arrivals hall
I look out at the moon, it seems so close
Staring back at me, my face as a ghost
Leave a Reply