Alexi Murdoch
Alexi Murdoch
Alexi Murdoch
Alexi Murdoch
Alexi Murdoch
Alexi Murdoch
Bob Dylan
George Harrison
The Stranglers
Alexi Murdoch
The Velvet Underground
Alexi Murdoch
Alexi Murdoch
If you can’t get a grip on who you are, or why you’re here, it’s hard to get motivation to do anything. This song seems to be about this kind of existential crisis and the feelings of pointlessness and indirection that go along with that.
See, the clouds are creeping towards the sun
And I'm slipping away unseen by anyone
The light is turning gray; the day is done
Water is so cold and heavy on my mind
I dreamed of walking with you but I fell behind
Looking for a road I could not find
And now the ice is stirring and spring is near
There is no one calling but the sound is clear
And though I'm not yet gone, I'm still not here