lined with the silver bodies

Joanna Newsom - En Gallop
By weird coincidence, this song - an old favourite, and one I rediscovered only last week - was the first one I heard upon returning to Ireland, on a rural road at night, moths dazzling in the headlights, trees creaking in the darkness overhead. It's weird, because this song once meant something else to me, and I no longer know what that was. Now it's the time I came back and remembered all the things I'd forgotten, the cold, the mist, the bad roads, the damp and the ghostly countryside. It's staying awake on the long drive home from the airport. It's being that great Irish tradition, the son coming home from abroad after receiving the news.
The Milk-Eyed Mender is one of my favourite albums. Buy it here.









