I would still be on my feet

My love for this song has once again be rekindled. It takes me right back to Paris and Penny and Lainne's fateful night at La Cigalle where we met the beautiful-Elvis-Costello-playing-Sebastien, as well as Mr Blake himself. How this video, featuring the lovely Rebecca Hall, has evaded my attentions until today is beyond me, but I'll say this much - I fucking love it.

So, tonight is the night

That I shall be spending in Rescue Rooms attending Dollop, an event that is basically all about one of my favourite people, Mr. James Fucking Blake.
He shall be mine.


I will be there, consumed by a passion of lovers as yet unloved. And I shall be surrounded and absorbed by a wide and forever varied selection of friends, my sweet dear darling ones, as it is Miss Cirquedusoleil's birthday night, and all is very, very exciting.

So here we go, for the DJ set he shall be my muse, for the after-party of acoustic renditions of Feist and Joni Mitchell songs, he shall be my man.

J'espere ca, beaucoup...

Youth is a loveless furrowed brow

...
Nervously beneath you. 
And now we will discover each other with every word that we both know. 
In between the sunset flow.
And I couldn't care less about your mother...
Do you know that I couldn't have one so fair just last year...
And as a foreigner here, excuse my longing for a lone lie and not a hope in hell,
Cos it's sad that I'm not at home
And if I change it's nice to know that soon i'll change back into your shadow.
And that's the truth, self-grown, and youth is a loveless furrowed brow.
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