Red and Black

After the soft and soothing tones of yesterday, something stark and hard today. It's that kind of day - blazing sun, no escape.

I often wish I'd written the lyrics of some songs. How can those writers articulate so eloquently the feeling of others?

Greg Brown - You Can Watch Me

You can watch me
You can watch me in my bed
You can watch me
You can watch me in my bed
Ah but you will never know
what goes around in my head.

You can watch me
You can watch me in my sleep
You can watch me
You can watch me in my sleep
But you will never know
what I have got down deep.

You can watch me
when I'm naked as a Jay
You can watch me
When I'm naked as a Jay
But you will never know
what I will never say.

You can watch me
when I'm laid out cold and dead
You can watch me
when I'm laid out cold and dead
And say "I wonder
what went round in that fella's head?"