A foreign dawning

Lying in bed Saturday morning listening to music is one of my favourite things to do. Quite possibly THE best part of my week. And this weekend it was Down the River of Golden Dreams by Okkervil River. My favourite (and I can now unequivocally say this) Okkervil River album. And the fact that I’m seeing them THIS WEDNESDAY (which, count ’em everyone, is 3 SLEEPS AWAY) is only exacerbating my over the top excitement about this.

I love every single song on the album, but for some reason my brain hadn’t really listened to and/or dissected the lyrics to the last song, Seas Too Far to Reach. And holy Jebus people. If there was ever a better example of the sheer lyric genius of Will Sheff, this is it. I keep coming across lines in OR songs that make me catch my breath – it’s those little lyrical moments where the poetry of life itself sweeps you up and makes you oh so thankful that songwriters like this exist. Who can argue with the holy crap level of beauty in this? –

Let’s go back up to your house
And take our clothes off
And just push and pull ourselves
Until we’re deep inside of sleep
And with your body next to me
Its sleepy sighing
Sounds like waves upon a sea
Too far to reach

It’s inspiring is what it is. To read words like that.

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