you and the candles, on a cool spring nightime in the near arctic town of nowhere too special …
hey all, i am feeling a little quiet tonight … a little sleepy, a little cozy; happy even, in that low energy, glad to be home sort of way. maybe that is why i am thinking of hawksley workman, with his sensitivity, sense of metaphor and his mad poet sing-song. you and the candles is too lovely a song, really, although to be honest i have only just recently paid attention to the words despite having heard the song many, many times …
picture the world much more simple than it is currently — no money, no zipping cars or planes … just voices that gather to sing, the latenight quiet, touching skin and candles. imagine a place where the mad commercial distractions are gone, and all there is is our beauty, our intimacies, our dreaming, and ourselves … imagine all that, and listen to this romantic little latenight utopia as sung by mister man himself …
once you’ve listened to that, check out the other few songs posted on radio 3 — merry christmas (i love you) is a must listen.
night all, c.
