It's all about the music: Part 1
on Anna's Suitcase (Rwanda), 22/Jun/2010 17:27, 34 days ago
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 anAMAZING 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 FranceyFrom the album Torn Screen DoorI can hear the rain beating on the window paneAnd the wind keeps asking when I'm going to see you againIt's another memory of youOn another night alongIt's another night in the year of the long way home.Wipers steady as a heartbeat, thunder like a passing trainHeadlights picking out weeping willowCrying on the shoulder againIt's another night on back roadStretch tight like skin on boneIt's another mile in the year of the long way homeIt's a long way baby, It's a long way I knowIt's a rough road to travelIn the year of the long way homeWhen my hands can finally touch youWhen you're in my arms to holdWhen we're laying together laughing againWhen the stories have all been toldWhen I reach across the tableHold your hand inside my ownI can see an end to the year of the long way homeIt's a long way baby, It's a long way I knowIt's a rough road to travelIn the year of the long way homeIt's a long way baby, It's a long way I knowBut I can see an endTo the year of the long way home