Depeche Mode: Higher Love
I can taste more than feel
This burning inside is so real
I can almost lay my hands upon
The warm glow that lingers on
Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love
I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole
Leads me by the hand to infinity
Lies in wait at the heart of me
Moved, lifted higher
Moved, my soul's on fire
Moved, by a higher love
Heaven bound on the wings of love
There's so much that you can rise above
Moved, lifted higher
Moved, moved, by a higher love
By a higher love
I surrender heart and soul
Sacrificed to a higher goal
Moved, moved by a higher love
By a higher love
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This afternoon was superlative; attending surgery, waiting in the beautiful feng shui waiting room that capivates me, not, and seeing a glorious needle shoot into the top right part of my...arm! Yes, of my choosing, no cheek now, and I love watching the injection process, because after months of spinal pain, a mere needlepoint, even if it is a spurter is not so off-putting really, but what did make my blood rush with increasing vigour, was the fact that my spinal treatment scans, tests etc have still not arrived. I'll have to wait until December 23rd, joy to the world.
So, with that I hobbled into my rental car, pushed-in Depeche Mode, 1993, Songs of Faith Hope and Devotion and set about a drive into the sunset, along tracks and runs I knew so well in years past, when I first managed to handle the wheel, and also enjoyed Depeche Mode at that time, and they've been with me ever since schooldays, very reassuring really.
Are there any bands who follow you, comfortingly, through life?
The sunset, along narrowing lanes, still enclosed with rusted oak leaves, was muddied, and empty, the caramel sky tinting the car as Walking in My Shoes fed the imagination and stoked the memories, cascading down mid-Norfolk valley's, threatened, trampled, firm, and amazingly little-changed. The northern by-pass will trounce, a filthy Council-proposed insinerator will pollute, a housing development will scar, but nothing can destory what is mightier than us all. We think a tree can never move, a field never oppose, a river never change course, but actually nature travels further than any human, it traverses the wholeness of time, with a fullness of life, way beyond what we understand, even now. It excels where we fall.
My injection is making me hot, so paracetemol and off to bed.
Bonuit mon brave
If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day, If you teach him to fish, you feed him for a lifetime (Confucius)
Colour: Sky blue and sunset orange
Music: Depeche Mode: The Mercy in You
Linkin Park: Hybrid Theory
Reading: EEN












