Crowded House

I don’t usually deviate from books here, but seeing as I did once for a film, I could hardly not express my praise for the Crowded House concert I saw last night.

Some bands you see live, and you can really hear the effect the studio has had on their sound – but Crowded House is even better live than their studio albums are. Like a fine wine, Neil Finn’s voice has only improved with age, it is rich and clear. From classics in the rock style like Locked Out, to the new single almost entirely in falsetto A Sigh, Finn was breathtakingly flawless.

He is also one of the world’s most amazing songwriters, so I thought I would leave you with a few of his words…

There is freedom within,

there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
Theres a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you’ll never see the end of the road
While you’re travelling with me

Hey now, hey now
Dont dream its over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they wont win
Don’t Dream It’s Over

I’ve been locked out
I’ve been locked in
but I always seem to come back again
when you’re in that room
what do you do?
I know that I will have you in the end

And the clouds
they’re crying on you
and the birds are offering up their tunes
in a shack as remote as a mansion
you escape into a place where nothing moves
Locked Out

I have all I want, is that simple enough?
a whole lot more I’m thinking of
every night about six o’clock
birds come back to the pond to talk
they talk to me — birds to talk to me
if I go down on my knees
it feels like nothing matters
in our private universe

And it’s a pleasure that I have known
and it’s a treasure that I have gained
and it’s a pleasure that I have known
Private Universe

She came out of the water

Into my horizon
Like a cumulo nimbus
Coming in from a distance
Burning and exploding
Burning and exploding

Like a slow volcano
When you come
Cover the ground with ashes
When you come
When You Come

A sigh

from the deepest well
you can tell a lot
by not saying a thing
It’s true
between us, my friend
this longing…A sigh
for loneliness to end
no changing the story now
A Sigh

These walls, have eyes,
Rows of photographs of faces like mine,
Who do we become,
without knowing where we started from,
It’s true,
I’m missing you,
And I stand alone,
inside your room.

Everything that you made by hand,
Everything that you know by heart,
I will try to connect all the pieces you’ve left,
I will carry it on, let you forget,
I remember the years, when your mind was still clear,
All the flickering lights,
That filled up this silent house.
Silent House

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