TGIT

Cold, blustery winter morning here in Broomfield but it is Thursday, the day where the soul begins its travel from God_knows_where_it_was back to its rightful place - they say it is in the human heart. Got some time to laaazily do some Yoga and some more time to take a few deep breaths waiting for the bus. A little espresso in the office after an egg and some bread with jelly put me in the mood. The sight of one of the very few good looking women in office and Mark Knopfler's What_it_is in my headphones capped it. The unseen sun was shining on me.

These are the days when you don't wonder what you are doing on this earth - what you are meant to do - the whole purpose in life thingy. Just do your work, sing a few words from the song... and drink lots of water so you can get out of your seat and walk to the farthest toilet to pee. Thank God for such days.

Peace out.

TAAQ roq

Bend the world
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Bend the world
Through the lens of your eye
Wrap it around like tie-and-dye
Bathe in the warm colours
Don’t you worry about the others
And suddenly
Unexpectedly
You are God

When you’re asleep, are you alive
Or just a dream in the sky, so high in the sky
You’re a poor little mouse in a white maze
Under a microscope that you made
And suddenly
Unexpectedly
You’ll find your way out.

All of this stage is the world
And all of us are little people
And suddenly
Unexpectedly
You’ll find your way out

But they have a loooooooong way to go before...

What it is?

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody’s arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It’s what it is now

The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
It's what it is now
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul

On Charlotte Street I take
A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell
And it's what it is
It's what it is now