I know we all SAY we’re addicted to our next new song crush...but I really am this time. It’s not just that MorMor’s Outside is the rare song/poem that captures the complexity and inarticulable feelings at times (most times). No, it’s more like I AM the song. It is me...wafting, spiraling, descending in response to observations about life that we have no words for, or aren’t close enough in my mental rolodex to assign.
Looking Outside
I’m scared to die
The sky won’t hold light
It leaves me blind
How can I find the sun?
Looking outside…
Maybe it’s my never-ending midlife transcendence, or Morrissey come haunting. IDK. But It’s been sometime since I’ve touched the sky lying on my bed, with my eyes closed. I return to Kt of old. Cowgirl gypsy. Mystery upon mysteries to discover. MorMor’s voice, like the violins accenting it, angelic, sad, sublime. It truly sends me into an altered state. Heaven help the child interrupting mommy’s seance for a snack. Don’t you see, kid? I’m right in the middle of touching my immortal essence! Oh, fine. Here’s your twelfth chewy granola bar.
Life is weird like that, huh? A mix of actual, physical, unremarkable moments right up against magical discoveries, epiphanies on meaning, and connections with universal forces. Sure, there’s a spectrum. Some of us waaaay over on the facts-are-the-facts-lady and types like me, hovering outside our bodies, more content in that moment before sleep ends and waking begins than hammering away at the next great to-do list.
Forgive me. I’m doing no to-doing today and much, much MorMor-ing.
Follow up this shadow dance with Heaven’s Only Wishful. A little more indie and soulful.
And dreampop-ish Pass the Hours.
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