I've seen The Waterboys twice in concert, both times at The Warfield (probably my favorite venue.) The first time I saw them, I didn't know about them. My friend had an extra ticket, and asked if I wanted to go, and throwing in some comments about how good they were. "Sure why not" I replied. I'm glad I went, it turned out to be a fabulous show.
"Fishermen's Blues" is a folky fiddle-laden, Celtic-influenced song that makes you want to stop and listen to what Mike Scott is singing. A song about escape and longing.
"I wish I was a fishermanAnd Suddenly, One Day it was Spring ... in Ramblings
tumblin' on the seas
far away from dry land
and it's bitter memories
castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above
with light in my head
with you in my arms...
i wish i was the brakeman
on a hurtlin fevered train
crashin head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the feelin' of the sleepers
and the burnin of the coal
countin' the towns flashin' by
and a night that's full of soul
with light in my head
with you in my arms...
And I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at last
and on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hand
I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms...
Light in my head
You in my arms..."
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February seemed to be an endless deluge of rain in California. Then last week, the sun came out, the temperatures climbed, and evening strolls were once again on the agenda. The evening commutes are now a thing of enjoyment - roll down the window, inhale the fragrance of jasmine and honeysuckle, and try to keep your eye on the road (the hills lit in tones of amber and gold are a bit distracting.)
Here at Sun's Meno Park campus, the interior courtyard is filled with blossoming trees, rosemary and lavender and other plants that I have no clue what to call. Spring is here - at least this week it is. |




