Oh how I love my iTunes!
Since I've been here my iTunes has kept me sane. I've had my favourite music to listen to while I'm, you know boiling water to drink, boiling my sheets to kill bedbugs, working on rice sacks, riding on the bus to Kigali, enjoying Saturday morning coffee. I seem - when there is electricty - to always be listening to music. And I also have a lot of time to think. And as you've read I can come up with the wickedest (is that a word?) playlists. Remember, Jason's "Songs for the Birds" or my playlist for coming home to Alberta. Well, folks, as it happens I have a lot of (great) songs about coming home. Not just Alberta Bound (although I will be in less than 2 months) but a few others that maybe you won't have heard of. Or, if you have great taste in music, like me, you will. :) So, as my time here draws to an end and in an effort replace trepidation with contemplation, in the next few weeks I will share with you a few of my favourite songs that are about coming home. For those of you who may accuse me of having no emotion....eat your heart out. This stuff is sappy! Run right away....or better yet...click on your favourite online music shop and give these a chance. The first is by an AMAZING Canadian artist (from Scotland....) named David Francey. If you know me, you've heard of him. I always say that if I was on a desert island the album I would bring is "Tomorrow the Green Grass" by the Jayhawks. But if I could bring one musician, it would be David Francey. And his mandolin.
LONG WAY HOME by David Francey
From the album Torn Screen Door
I can hear the rain beating on the window pane
And the wind keeps asking when I'm going to see you again
It's another memory of you
On another night along
It's another night in the year of the long way home.
Wipers steady as a heartbeat, thunder like a passing train
Headlights picking out weeping willow
Crying on the shoulder again
It's another night on back road
Stretch tight like skin on bone
It's another mile in the year of the long way home
It's a long way baby, It's a long way I know
It's a rough road to travel
In the year of the long way home
When my hands can finally touch you
When you're in my arms to hold
When we're laying together laughing again
When the stories have all been told
When I reach across the table
Hold your hand inside my own
I can see an end to the year of the long way home
It's a long way baby, It's a long way I know
It's a rough road to travel
In the year of the long way home
It's a long way baby, It's a long way I know
But I can see an end
To the year of the long way home
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