Black old sun...

Ironic that I live in the UK and never posted about the black old sun... Well a topic more from the past then from the present, and yet today I found this just from surfing from video to video on youtube. Funny how we come upon things, seems all very random, and probably is, but leaves us always with a strange notion that it is not... I guess if you are searching for something without knowing, when you find it, well you will assume fate... Like reading a horoscope, you always find a way to apply those vague sentences in your life... But this is off topic.
Listen to this ...



In my eyes, in disposed,
In disguise:as no one knows
Hides the face Lies
The snake, the sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat, Summer stench
'Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you
Scream again

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A-walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send, Hell away
No one sings
Like you anymore

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

What did you feel? Nostalgia? Perhaps, at least for the older reader that grew up listening to this song... I feel stored pain, of past times, of things that the black old sun did wash away, things that my world thinks was washed away... It is funny to live in a way that even things that were washed away still linger in your existence, things that shape you, damage you, the things that ultimately define you... And yet, what you want is simply for this black old sun to come....

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