Strange times. We are all living a new life. Music can be a mode of help. Life is complicating, circulating, operating, generating and now self-isolating. It is indeed a new life.
The landscape is changing, even if the countryside may look exactly the same, but does the road just lead to nowhere?
The graph on the wall, tells the story of it all. Death is everywhere, like flies on the windscreen, like lambs to the slaughter. It seems so difficult for many to shake the disease.
There will be many a black celebration tonight, to celebrate the fact that we’ve seen the back of another black day.
Yet even in this new life, the grabbing hands will grab all they can, all for themselves after all. Is it still a competitive world ? People are people after all and they just can’t seem to get enough.
Everyone will need their own personal jesus. Someone to hear their prayers, someone who cares.
Enjoy the silence. For many will be feeling unknown as they’re all alone. Flesh and bone by the telephone. Pick up the receiver if you’re a believer.
People still need to feel a little love in this new life, for everything counts in large amounts.
With special thanks to Depeche Mode and their spirits in the night