The great sense of passing through

Posted: April 10, 2009 in Minibooks

Do you still remember this recycled cardboard box book? Well, I have finally finished it. I knew which pictures I wanted to use on it but looked high and low with no luck for a poem that would go with the pictures. Finally I came across Dido’s song ‘Northern Skies’ which could not be any more boring and I would gladly watch paint dry (in fact, I think I would gladly listen to paint dry) rather than listen to the song again but the lyrics are good and totally fit the bill. Click the pictures for bigger ones.

I have returned to the northern skies,
Where the summer had not touched
The clouds that pass above.
Oh, and I have returned to the somber grace
Of the days too early to come and too early to stay.

And I have left a million stars,
And an ocean so lightly, so clearly blue.
And I have left the warmth of the sun
And a million adventures not yet begun.

The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through.
Oh, for once there was beauty here for me
Under these white, northern skies.

I felt the green was blacker
And the blue was darker still.
My roots are lying deeper than I ever think they will again.
Heartache and poverty under these northern skies.
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through.

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