Fountain of sorrow

Another year has gone by but things will never be the same ...

I have, in another blogpost, reflected over records that you always get back to. For me "Late for the sky" by Jackson Browne is one of those records. The combination of exquisite lyrics and beautiful songs is absolutely wonderful. In every one of the eight songs I find words that speak to me in different ways.

And tonight, a year after my father died, I travel through the years listening to the songs again.

"Looking through some photographs i found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two i know that you would have liked a little more
But they didn't show your spirit quite as true
You were turning 'round to see who was behind you
And i took your childish laughter by surprise
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes

Now the things that i remember seem so distant and so small
Though it hasn't really been that long a time
What i was seeing wasn't what was happening at all
Although for a while, our path did seem to climb
But when you see through love's illusions, there lies the danger
And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life
Like a fountain from a pool

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
You've had to hide sometimes, but now you're all right
And it's good to see your smiling face tonight"
Jackson Browne: Fountain of sorrow

At the moment grooving to ...
Record: Jackson Browne: Late for the sky
Song: Jackson Browne: Fountain of sorrow

"I felt the taste of mortality in my mouth, and at that moment I understood that I was not going to live forever. It takes a long time to learn that, but when you finally do, everything changes inside you, you can never be the same again. I was seventeen years old, and all of a sudden, without the slightest flicker of a doubt, I understood that my life was my own, that it belonged to me and no one else."
Paul Auster (Moon Palace)