If you are anything like me you know how that is, when you hear a great song that almost no-one else you know has ever heard of playing out of the blue like that---it's like the sky opened up for a moment there, and I ran in my ecstasy in the direction of my muse.
Then dad tells me, the program is about a guy who committed suicide.
Actually, no surprises. The song that came to me as if by magic was "Rising" by, Lhasa de Sela--- I heard it from the radio in the other room, I was home alone, and the beauty and relevance of it caught me and I started crying. Only after the shock of the song had worn off did I realize that the show the song was playing on was talking about Lhasa in past tense--- it was one of those tributes to a recently dead artist.
The day Lhasa died.
This one is a song I already know, coming to me in a not-so-great time of my life, telling me that a man could not talk away his troubles. He did in fact fall prey to his own unwillingness to live.
Sad stuff. It gives me a rush.
Rising:
My Weakness:


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