27°C, unbroken sunshine, quite humid, no wind: C=78 miles
Portishead : Third
I have really fallen in love with this album, one track in particular.
The Rip:
As she walks in the room
Scented and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
I realise that love flows
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Disappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I’ve been fed
Another lie moves over
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Well wild horses they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath
will I follow?
Seems to express the mood here this weekend; well, you know me & melancholy. The album follows on well from PJ Harvey’s "White Chalk" release recently. Some bits are going to challenge some listeners with their discordant passages. That is why I am so curious to know others’ opinions.
Cycling: I’ve been a good lad and ridden for 5 hours but got no sunburn, not even a little missed bit or the bald patch! The route was a roundabout one to Ilam Derbyshire, having called in at Dovedale which was far too crowded. Coming home got hard though, I got hungry, and possibly teetering on overheating as I got near home. Moral: take snack-bars next time.
FSX: Finished the River Angara, now just adding a few river ports before I release it.