Laura Marling’s Night Terror

I woke up and he was screaming
I’d left him dreaming
I roll over and shake him tightly
And whisper “if they want you
Oh they’re gonna have to fight me”
Oh fight me
I woke up on a bench on Shepherds Bush green
Oh a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee
I got up it was dark
Theres no one in the park at this time
Why do I keep finding myself here?
Oh fight me
If I look back and he’s screaming
I’d left him dreaming, the dangers fade
And I roll back and shake him tightly
And scream “if they want him oh they’re gonna have to fight me”
Oh fight me
But if I wake up on a bench on Shepherds Bush green
Oh a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee
I’ll roll over and hold him tightly
And scream “if you want him oh your gonna have to fight me”
Oh fight me

Don’t fight me

The violin in that song just kills me. More songs on her site as well as her MySpace page.

Last weekend, I caught Melanie Pain who was here for the Mosaic Festival. She was wonderful, and played a great set, though I wouldn’t mind a longer one. I have absolutely no idea what she was singing in French, but everything sounded lovely and right. Oh, why is it that her Casio keyboard that she has from her childhood looks so much cooler than what I have/had from my childhood? Life is prettier in France.

For a few days after the gig, I harboured thoughts of learning French. I also thought about the French couple Joce and I met on Halong Bay in Hanoi. We shared meals with them a couple of times, and since they knew little English and we spoke no French (well, I could say ‘Merci Beaucoup’ but ‘Thank You’ comes much more naturally), attempts to communicate almost always ended miserably. I do remember the wife trying to teach us the French words for ‘prawns’ and ‘onions’, and we, being sometimes painfully polite people, aped her to much comedic relief (to ourselves). I have since dropped the idea of learning the language.