Come Find Me

When your penance is done
Come find me
When all the judges cloaked in stone
Have faced away
Seek the rill beneath the bowers and strings
Of fine pearls
Down in the fold of sacred hills
Among the elms
Where animals and birds find shelter
Come find me
I am nestled in grasses never trod
By heartbroken Knights and brothers of kings
Not a single root torn
In the bard’s trembling grief
Seek out what is freely given
Come find me
In the wake of winter’s dark flight
And take what you will

Of these blossoms
My colours lie in wait for you
And none other

Fisher Kel Tath
Malazan Book of the Fallen 

Just Smoke

“…And I’ll be a whisper on the wind…”

[Verse 1]
Tell my thoughts to resign
And lift you from my mind
I’m not ready, I’m not strong enough
To cradle the weight of your love

Just take a minute, take a breath
Lay down your head on my sunken chest
I saw a flicker then just smoke
But as you left I was calling your name at the night

[Hook 1]
I thought we were done
And young love would keep us young
I thought we were done
And young love would keep us young

[Verse 2]
I thought we fell to the ground
I see you whimper with no sound
Open my mouth to breathe some words of peace
But the silence gives nothing back to me

So I’ll be a shadow of the flame
I leant down to kiss you then erased my name
And I’ll be a whisper on the wind
My hands are shaking from holding so tight for so long

The flame burnt out in our empty hands
But now I see it’s got nothing to do
It’s got nothing to do with you

[Hook 1]
I thought we were done
And young love would keep us young
I thought we were done
And young love would keep us young

[Hook 2]
(Why do I keep falling) I thought we were done
(Why do I keep falling) And young love would keep us young
(Why do I keep falling) I thought we were done
(Why do I keep falling) And young love would keep us young

——- Mumford & Sons

The Avalanches


I’ve never seen an avalanche in the flesh. I have seen it on the teevee and oh my! It looks and sounds terrifying and amazing at once in equal measure!

Oba how did I even discover these guys? It must have been a random SoundCloud or YouTube playlist, but most likely the former. I don’t recall anyone recommending it to me.

Avalanches bring back memories of Captain Haddock stumbling and swearing his way across the Himalayas and unintentionally triggering the roaring thunderous rumble and tumble in Tintin in Tibet.

So a quick Wikipedia read has led me to queuing ’Since I Left You’, their 2000 critically acclaimed album, for download. Hmmmh! I can’t wait to sample. I first came across them for their 2016 hit ‘Because I’m Me’, as aforementioned most likely through SoundCloud.

“Because I’m Me” is the second track on The Avalanches‘ second album, Wildflower. It follows the 15 second atmospheric opening, “The Leaves Were Falling,” making it the first musical track on the album.
A music video for the song was released on October 27, 2016.
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I don’t normally watch music videos. Video never killed the radio star for me 🙂 but I like a good one when I come across it. Shit! I remember the first time I watched ’Speed Demon’! Anyway, this video is all kinds of awesome!

I sampled their Wildflower album and it is weird, quirky, and sweet. Apparently they sampled more than 3,500 songs in making this one. I’ve listened to it once and I came away with ‘Because I’m Me’, ‘Frank Sinatra’, ’Subways’. I quickly admitted that this needed a good and proper sampling, which reminds me…I shall cue it.

Recently I clicked this one on YouTube.

Sweet sweet music!

The Last Straw

Denigration afflicted our vaunted ideals long ago, but such inflictions are difficult to measure, to rise up and point a finger to this place, this moment, and say: here, my friends, this was where our honour, our integrity died.
The affliction was too insipid, too much a product of our surrendering mindful regard and diligence. The meanings of words lost their precision – and no-one bothered taking to task those who cynically abused those words to serve their own ambitions, their own evasion of personal responsibility. Lies went unchallenged, lawful pursuit became a sham, vulnerable to graft, and justice itself became a commodity, mutable in imbalance. Truth was lost, a chimera reshaped to match agenda, prejudices, thus consigning the entire political process to a mummer’s charade of false indignation, hypocritical posturing and a pervasive contempt for the commonry.
Once subsumed, ideals and the honour created by their avowal can never be regained, except, alas, by outright, unconstrained rejection, invariably instigated by the commonry, at the juncture of one particular moment, one single event, of such brazen injustice that revolution becomes the only reasonable response.
Consider this then a warning. Liars will lie, and continue to do so, even beyond being caught out. They will lie, and in time, such liars will convince themselves, will in all self-righteousness divest the liars of culpability. Until comes a time when one final lie is voiced, the one that can only be answered by rage, by cold murder, and on that day, blood shall rain down every wall of this vaunted, weaning society.
—— Impeached Guild Master’s Speech
        Semel Fural of the Guild of Sandal-Clasp Makers
Malazan Book of The Fallen

The Locket


I found a locked locket and looked for a lock picker to unlock it. The lock picker said she couldn’t unlock it because it was enchanted and could only be opened by a song. I asked her what song it was and she said I would know it when I heard it.

I went for a walk. I had a talk.

One guy said it was impossible. To shift the SONAR satellite to scan far and wider. Another guy said it was technically possible to expand the range of the satellite by adjusting a few parameters in the Control Panel. He said it would take at least 32 hours to recalibrate. He talked as we walked to the director’s office.

The director agreed that indeed, it was possible and it should commence before anything more was to be said on the subject. Off scurried the second guy to readjust the parameters.

The first guy burst into the office minutes later, all red with rage and full of bluster, ‘What is JH doing?’, he panted. ‘He’s opening up the array!’

‘But of course!’ Huffed the director. ‘That’s what it was built for.’

I watched the scene unfold, a memory unlocked, and felt the locket unlock in my pocket.



Once More To The Breach

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’

White Blood

I  was afraid I would fail. Fall arms flailing. Feeling nothing. Fleeing the clips of heartstrings.
You knew you would sooner fall. Carried away from hearth before you had all your say.
You prayed. Thankful for every new day. For friends and gifts unweighed.
You spoke. Gentle words that still provoked. Strength to rise above life’s yoke.
I’m ready. To fall and fear no fail. To feel the pain. To get up. To find another way.
                                                                                                        –For Nevender


The Vulture’s Laugh


If you knew where this path led
Would you have walked it?
If you knew the pain at love’s solemn end
Would you have awakened it?

In darkness the wheel turns
In darkness the dust dims
In red fire the wheel burns
In darkness the sun spins

If you knew the thought in your head
Would you have spoken it?
If by this one word you betrayed a friend
Would you have uttered it?

In darkness the wheel turns
In darkness the dust dims
In red fire the wheel burns
In darkness the sun spins

If you knew the face of the dead
Would you have touched it?
If by this coin a soul’s journey to send
Would you have stolen it?

In darkness the wheel turns
In darkness the dust dims
In red fire the wheel burns
In darkness the sun spins

Sparak Chant
Psalm VII ‘The Vulture’s Laugh’
The Sparak Nethem
Malazan Book of The Fallen