and thirsty for the distant...river
For Devil Mood: there are so many beautiful ones, but this is probably my favorite Sade song.
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cloudy, sprinkly, rainy day and I am taking a break from painting the room that is to be my office. This was nice - fit the mood of the day.
Lovely grey day down here, too, Ms Dee.
This is a nice mellow one. It fit the mood today. I'm watching the three movies in Deepa Mehta's Elements Trilogy. Very beautiful, moving movies, but all rather depressing. The first two Fire and Earth were on videos. The last on DVD. My computer won't play it. Hope the DVD player works... I think you'd like them Murat, if you haven't watched them already.
Teresa: Glad the song fit the day's mood; certainly did over here. I'll put the DVDs in the Netflix queue.
and this song fit my mood tonight too. Thank you.
You are most welcome, MizLee, most welcome.
Aw thanks so much! I do love this song. I always think it should be a bit longer because it fades in the end. But I suppose that's part of the charm.
I seriously ache for a next Sade album, but I'm starting to think it won't happen.
Oh I had something to tell you. I just came from a week away in the south of Portugal and, one night, I was walking along the river and there was an irish bar in the other margin. And they started playing Duffy's album, Rockferry and so on. I thought you would have liked to be there!
Ms Mood: I agree with you about the length of the song, but like you, I think its relative brevity just adds to the ache. In that regard, it reminds me of "Badge," one of my favorite songs by Cream back in the 60s: that song, at under 3 minutes, cried out for a long version, particularly with its awesome, anthemic guitar hook. When he's in the mood for it, Clapton now rocks it out for close to 8 minutes.
Your Duffy story sounds wonderful: I wish I could have been there. The fourth grade girl who rocked (and won) last spring's talent show by singing "Mercy" is now in my son's fifth grade class - perhaps even flirting with him, as only fifth-graders can - he says she squirted ketchup on his Armenian string cheese at lunch today...
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