There are several albums which bring to mind my years in Iceland. The late-70s and early-80s deeply imprinted musical associations, for some reason. I remember hiking, the wind cold across the tundra, the fur on my parkas hood waving in my face, with this album in my mind. The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze.... Genesis and Peter Gabriel had been considered as indistinguishable as Wings and Paul McCartney, so when Gabriel left the band, that was thought to be that. Then, the bands drummer stepped up to sing, Phil Collins, and the band made perhaps its best music yet. Another album of theirs. Wind and Wuthering, is associated with my memories of Guantanamo Bay. Dont live today for tomorrow like you were immortal. The only survivors on this world of ours are The warming sun, the cooling rain, The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze, The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you Yet only eagles seem to pass on through. The words of love, the cries of hate, And the man in the moon who seduced you Then finally loosed you.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 16:49:22 +0000
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