The Trapeze Swinger

They went on to say
that the pearly gates had some eloquent graffiti
like We'll meet again and Fuck The Man and
Tell my mother not to worry

from The Trapeze Swinger by Iron & Wine. Easily the most beautiful song I've heard in ages. Sometimes I'll hear words spoken or sung and feel absolutely compelled to write them down, to see if they retain their magic even after they've been pinned down. Most of the time they can't - stripped of voice and music and time, they're just...words. Not meant to be sitting on a page or a screen. Still, I'm somehow convinced that if I can look at the words that they will reveal their secrets and intrinsic grace and I'll be able to figure out why they capture me. It never works.