So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know, things I wonder
Things I’d like to say
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone…

Mystic rhythms
Capture my thoughts
Carry them away
Mysteries of night escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms
Under northern lights
Or the African sun
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone

We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what’s beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained

Mystic rhythms
Capture my thoughts
Carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms
Under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers and wonder what they are

Chorus
We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar

Discalimer: if you’re easily offended, stop here and read the fairy tale of the big, bad wolf instead.

Shitlist by L7

When i get mad
And i get pissed
I grab my pen
And i write out a list
Of all the people
That won’t be missed
You’ve made my shitlist
For all the ones
Who bum me out
Shitlist
For all the ones
Who fill my head with doubt
Shitlist
For all the squares who get me pissed
Shitlist
You’ve made my shitlist
Shitlist
Shitlist
When i get mad
And i get pissed
Shitlist
I grab my pen
And write out a list
Shitlist
Of all you assholes
Who won’t be missed
Shitlist
You’ve made my shitlist
Shitlist
Shitlist

Having woken up with a stiff neck, which made the slightest twist to the right a very painful affair, I decided against using either my bicycle or motorbike for work. Instead, I opted for contingency plan 645 – the bus which passes through Xemxija Bay on its way to Sliema while travelling along the scenic Bugibba sea front and Bahar ic-Caghaq coast road. To contrast with this visual tranquility, I opted to listen to the soundtrack of Natural Born Killers, which in itself is an album of contrasts. Leonard Cohen’s Waiting for the Miracle or The Future for soothing, seductive tones and L7’s Shitlist or Jane’s Addiction Sex is Violent for an injection of adrenaline.

I had another soundtrack lined up for my lunch breaks at work and the return trip home: Amadeus. There’s one track in particular from this double CD that I never get tired of listening to – Requiem, K.626: Introitus; just over 11 minutes of sheer aural pleasure.

Back home, I stripped down into a pair of shorts and T-shirt, strapped myself onto the rowing machine, donned my headphones yet again and set my MP3 to a compilation called Club for Heroes. This contains some of the most popular tracks of the 80s: Visage’s Fade to Grey, Ultra Vox’s Vienna, Talk Talk’s Talk Talk, Soft Cell’s Tainted Love and Teardrop Explodes’ Reward.

Until then, all the music I’d been listening to were my selections. However, while having supper I tuned in to Radju Malta. That Friday happened to be the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows, an important day for the Catholic Church in Malta, and so the state radio had a program dedicated to the event. Besides giving very interesting information about this feast, they also played the complete album of Karl Jenkins’s Stabat Mater. How satisfying to be completely overwhelmed by compositions of such touching beauty … all the more when I was least expecting it.

Ask the night

Ask the night to tell you

How often it has seen me

In search of your shadow

In the streets of the city.

Ask the night to tell you

How often it has heard me

Calling quietly for you

In a murmur of yearning.

Ask the night to tell you

How many tears I have shed

As the breeze whispered

Your name in my ear.

Ask the night to show you the paths

That I invented

In a dream as I imagined

Our two bodies united.

Tell the night your secrets;

Only it can keep them.

Tell it whether a place exists in your heart,

To which I can flee.

Keep your fears from the night

So that you can reveal

That you like me just as much

In the quiet of this night.

Ask the moon not to come

And eavesdrop on our desire,

So that the sound of the plaintive night

Veils us in soft caresses,

So that the darkness remains

To unite us in a kiss;

And a radiant and hot sun

Shall shine this night.