Such great heights...

I have a big post boiling up full of updates and information and thoughts and things like that, but I am so very tired I can't bring myself to write it. I'm worn out. The other night I found a favourite CD I'd been missing for almost a year, by The Postal Service. I put it on and played my favourite song from the album. The next morning, I played my favourite song again as I was dressing. Then I walked into a coffee shop to fix my newly acquired caffeine habit, and it was playing again. I did a double take, smiled, and carried my gigantic coffee away feeling a little bit blessed. I worked a long and difficult day, and when I got home I fell into the couch and turned on the TV. A psychedelic M&Ms commercial was on, playing a slow acoustic version of the same song. These coincidences have no meaning except that they added a humourous string of consistency to what has otherwise been a wrenchingly scattered week for me. (an example of my current state: I was watching Animal Planet, the all-fluffy-animals-all-the-time channel, and began to tear up at a very high-stress moment: would the borzoi beat the SuperDog High Jump world record? Yes?! GOOD - LET'S ALL CRY NOW.)

Here's the song, called Such Great Heights. It really needs the music to make it scan, but it is a beautiful, soothing, and heart-twisting song when you listen to it. I feel as if there are not very many actual love songs being written these days, and this one is the real thing. The MP3 can be legally downloaded here.

I was thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images,
and when we kiss, they're perfectly aligned

and I have to speculate
that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes,
like puzzle pieces from the clay

and true, it may seem like a stretch,
but it's thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away,
when I am missing you to death

when you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows, and when you scan the radio,
I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights,
"Come down now," they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
"Come down now," but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave
this all on your machine but the persistent beat
sounded thin upon listening

and that frankly will not fly.
you will hear the shrillest highs
and the lowest lows, with the windows down,
when this is guiding you home.

They will see us waving from such great heights,
"Come down now," they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
"Come down now," but we'll stay...