one more hour

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I have one more hour in which I am allowed to mope.

Therefore, I give you … Sam Phillips’s “I Can’t Stop Crying”. All at once a jagged, near-power-pop painful reminder of spring/summer 1989, a reminder of the wandering-through-Reykjavik spring of 2008 (my final months in Iceland) and a trigger for the current waves of disturbance in otherwise calm waters.

“I saw black and you saw red
Crawled to separate corners
the line went dead I closed my heart up tore your love
for me to shreds

Tangled wires, love can’t breathe
pulling tighter to my ruthless need
Don’t look down I want you unconsolably

I can’t stop crying
Stubborn distance closes in
with your assistance bitterly begin
To build a wall of silence cutting soul in two
Cloudy water in my eyes
I’m ashamed of words with secret knives
In dream I scream but you can’t
Hear me calling you

I know that this heartache is
A speck in the sky of love
But it’s all I feel around me”

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