soundtrack

confession: i bought this disc at starbucks.

(random ebay photo)

i am not a big fan of starbucks, mostly because their coffee makes me feel sick to my stomach. BUT i was exhausted and had time to kill and a SB in the same parking lot . . . one thing led to another, and while i was standing there in the line i saw in their CD offerings this one that said BRITISH FOLK so another thing led to yet another and i ended up with this album in Polyphemus, the minivan.

and then on the album this song is first:



and i was hooked. i don't love every song on the album, but the folk melancholy, and the british poetry of it, are like pressure valves.

then, almost at the very end, i heard this song. THIS SONG.
oh, this is my song. it wound through all those half-healed wounds in my soul (how poetic of me) and gave all the relief of the tears that will not come. playing at gypsies, indeed . . . and all the other dreams that crowded out the road, and the other desires that overmastered it. was i right? don't matter now: life is good, and holds tremendous beauty &c. but you gypsy souls, you know, you know that the lure of the road never, ever goes away.

i cannot find a vid of it anywhere at all, but i DID find:

where you can find and listen to the song yourself (2nd track from bottom)

the same band doing a different song:



here's to autumn melancholy! raise a glass to it. all sorrow becomes more poignant when the leaves begin to fall.