Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Season Of Hollow Soul

I missed this song. This is my second-favorite song in k.d. lang’s magnificent song-cycle, Ingenue. Listening to it again after a long time (I just uploaded it in my iTunes today) stirred familiar feelings long buried in me. Ahhh, the innocent days of longing for love.

Keen to the shifting of wind
I bend to it blind
To rid these kisses of sin
That must stay behind

Sour the fruit of neglect
The core of my doubt
Deprived are my veins you infect
With or without

Fat must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul
The ground on which we leave on
How strangely fuels the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soul

Seed of uprooted chance
Are grains of goodbye
Waving boughs so slowly dance
Questioning why

Fate must have a reason
Why else endure the season
Of hollow soul
The ground on which we leave on
How strangely fuels the season
Of hollow soul, hollow soul


— k.d. lang, from the album Ingenue

2 Comments:

Anonymous Leigh said...

Oh, remember that shot with the Ingenue album, Skyflakes and a can of Century tuna? :-)

5:24 PM  
Blogger McVie said...

BAGUIO! How could I forget?

We must make a new series of snapshots of you in the fog... but this time with Luc. :-)

5:27 PM  

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