Someday the silver moon and I
Will go to Dreamland
I will close my eyes
And wake up there in Dreamland
Tell me who will put flowers
On a flower’s grave
Who will say a prayer

Will I meet a China rose there
In Dreamland
Or does love lie bleeding
In Dreamland
Are these days forever and always

And if we are to die tonight
Is there a moonlight up ahead
And if we are to die tonight
Another rose will bloom

For a faded rose
Will I be the one that you save
I love when it showers
But no one puts flowers
On a flower’s grave

As one rose blooms and another will die
It’s always been that way
I remember the showers
But no one puts flowers
On a flower’s grave

And if we are to die tonight
Is there a moonlight up ahead
I remember the showers
But no one puts flowers
On a flower’s grave

– Tom Waits, Alice

I’ll fully respond to this album later, because it deserves more time than a quick post, but this song in particular moves me. More and more I’m finding that my artistic vision follows Tom Waits. And I’m all right with that, honestly.

(Lyrics taken from the Tom Waits Library. Annotated lyrics. Yes.)

In other news, I have been reading & so forth, but work has been nuts for the past month & change, and the blog has suffered. I’ll update more when all is calm again. I’ll be talking about Mervyn Peake’s Titus Groan, Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita, and the text of Bertolt Brecht’s The Threepenny Opera. I’m also going to talk about some music I’ve particularly enjoyed recently. It’ll take a while to write anything sensible about these, so don’t expect anything too soon, you four readers of mine.