On the second shortest day of the year, as the light died
and a half moon rose in the sky
you took me by the arm my dear,
and calmly said goodbye.
On the shortest day of the year
I came to you dressed all in black
I hoped that you would take it back.
You showed me the place where you work
you showed me the porch where you smoke
you showed me the iron machines
I admired them guilelessly
Then we walked to the train,
maybe I'll see you again,
maybe I'll see you know more.
Maybe one morning in 2019 you'll rise with a start and you'll
suddenly know what a lover's for.
I have two eyes that are crying
I have a heart that is breaking
what will you have when I leave here
by the place where you work, and the porch where you smoke
and everyone's admiration.
I remember the longest day of the year, oh.
I'd been awake all night long in your arms
when the birds came on strong, just before dawn,
and I said, "Somebody shut off those birds!"
just like I was a broad in a thirties movie,
and even then I thought of those long winter nights
when our delight would not be broken into by such cacophony.
Maybe one morning in 2019 you'll rise with a start and you'll suddenly know what a winter night, what a winter night is for.
credits
from The Blessed,
released February 9, 2020
Written by Sofi Thanhauser. Guitar and vocals by Sofi Thanhauser. Recorded by Matthew Cullen.
Moody and weird experimental pop from Melbourne follows the intuitive logic of the surrealist game from which the group takes their name. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2020