Life Before Spotify

Strolling Down the Highway by Bert Jansch just

Came on my music player software.

And I am transported to a room somewhere

In a memory vault coated in dust

Three friends sit and share our last tobacco dregs

And analyse the techniques of fingerstyle folk

The music is enchanting, our voices softly spoke

And we lay on the carpet, no strength in our legs

The night fires were burning, dawn a glimmering dream

Our love for the music was all we required

We lived on plain pasta, and fruit that had expired

And often a pot of dark tea, on the fire, released steam

That magical summer before the digital age, 

As a group of young students we told fantastic jokes 

Amid the laughter, The tea, the chat and the smoke

We found connection to each other that’s so hard to gauge 

No tocar

You cannot hear the silence

The music is lost under those vast skies

The cold hard light of a high desert  dawn

Throws deep shadows into my eyes
‘No tocar’ – do not touch, do not play

‘No tocar’ – do not touch me today

‘No tocar’ – This despair too shall pass

‘No tocar’ – I am fragile as glass
You cannot taste the limits

Your flavours are spread on a desert of sand

The longing to belong and escape this dream

Will end when you take my hand.
‘No tocar’ – do not touch, do not play

‘No tocar’ – do not touch me today

‘No tocar’ – this is bad for your health

‘No tocar’ – I am lost in myself

You cannot smell the perfumes

The desert air carries nothing but dust

Where the cactus grow and the desert is green

You do what you can, not what you must
‘No tocar’ – do not touch the display

‘No tocar’ – do not touch me today

‘No tocar’ – this is bad for your health

‘No tocar’ – I am lost in myself

‘No tocar’ – do not touch, do not play

‘No tocar’ – do not touch me today

‘No tocar’ – This despair too shall pass

‘No tocar’ – I am fragile as glass