Het hypnotiserende, Philip Glass-achtige orgeltje en de mooie samenzang en sferische synths in de refreins zouden je misschien op een dwaalspoor kunnen zetten. Dat doet de tekst van de eerste strofen namelijk ook, met zinnen die over vervreemding, dood en echtscheiding gaan. Maar Ceiling Gazing is geen nachtelijke afdaling in de krochten van een getormenteerde singer-songwriter, het is een onverwachts sterke ode aan het leven.
Luister maar.
Luister maar.
En de tekst?
Ceiling Gazing
Laying in my bed ceiling gazing
Wide awake with jet lag from Australia
Got a stack of mail, a wedding invitation
From a new, young relative, I’ve never even met
Got me thinking about my Grandpa for some reason
Met him half a dozen times in the nursing home
Last time I saw him he was in a box
They were lowering him into the ground
St. Mary’s Church stood so high
It was the first and the last time I saw my Dad cry
The ground had a thin coat of snow
And I wandered off in the cold
It’s 3:47 am, June 13th
It’s my sister’s birthday today, I think
I wanna give her a call, see how she’s doing
She had a rough divorce, I hope she’s improved
I want to reach out and give her my love
Put a smile on her face like when we were young
Listening to records from the library
Hermit of Mink Hollow and Dreamboat Annie
She lives with her daughters all alone
Across the street from a cornfield in Ohio
One's 4, one's 7 and I love them so
I want to live a long time and see them grow
Outside my window tonight, Sausalito’s twinkling lights
My love’s beside me deep asleep
The dog is laying between my feet
Outside my window tonight
The cargo ships are cruising
And I’m so happy to be alive
To have these people in my life
Laying in my bed ceiling gazing
Don’t know to make my mind stop from racing
It’s not good or bad, it’s just how God made me
To lay awake at night ceiling gazing
To lay awake night ceiling gazing
Mooi toch.
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