Thinking about home

For whatever reason, I got to thinking about home today. I’ve realised I don’t actually have one since I sold my house. But I count myself as extremely fortunate in that I’ve never NOT had a place to stay. In fact I’m pretty darned fortunate (and grateful, mind you) that everyone I know, has always welcomed me and made me feel at home.

I dug out some old tunes to commemorate this wonderful feeling.

And so, I could actually claim that wherever I lay my hat (and I do indeed wear hats quite often), that’s my home. Paul Young.

I can’t really ask anyone to bring it on home to me just yet, but I will, some day. Paul Carrack featuring B.B King.

I hope this never happens to me, or anyone else for that matter. Steve Winwood & Eric Clapton.

There’s just no feeling like going back home. Dire Straits.

Please, by all means. Boston.

It’s always nice to know someone’s waiting for you to come home. Shawn Colvin.

The journey home is just as enjoyable as finally getting there. Simon & Garfunkel.

I should think most people have a favorite location they call home. For me it’s Durban, South Africa. Lynyrd Skynrd.

Off course, there’s one home many would rather not be, but sometimes have no choice. Pink Floyd.

And yes, almost everyone’s dream. The Cinematic Orchestra.

Sweet dreams…

Freshly Played #13: The Cinematic Orchestra feat. Patrick Watson

I first heard it on some television commercial. I don’t remember the product, but the song lived in the recesses of my mind until I discovered it again when it featured in a Neil deGrasse Tyson YouTube video The Most Astounding Fact.

Far from being melancholy, I find it very uplifting. The lyrics further below are deeply poetic and lends itself to all sorts of interpretations.

To Build A Home

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Lyrics

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home

‘Cause, I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From you

And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it’s knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me

‘Cause, I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From you

And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust

PS: There’s a live version with Patrick Watson on piano here.