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Song of the week is “The Cave”, by Mumford and Sons from their album Sigh no more

Tracklist:

01 – Sigh No More
02 – The Cave
03 – Winter Winds
04 – Roll Away Your Stone
05 – White Blank Page
06 – I Gave You All
07 – Little Lion Man
08 – Timshel
09 – Thistle & Weeds
10 – Awake My Soul
11 – Dustbowl Dance
12 – After The Storm

It’s empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you’ve left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker’s hand

So make your siren’s call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways

I’ll know my name as it’s called again.

“So here we are”, by Bloc Party

I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten
So here we are again
I made a vow, to carry you home… home

I really tried to do what you wanted
It all went wrong again

I made a vow, to carry you home
If you fall sick, if you pass out

I figured it out, I can see again

Kim Janssen : Homesick and Hotelrooms

Driving past sidewalks and streets and cold nights outside with lots of lights.

Or the Sun shining through the windows on your face reading a story about how it used to be watching raindrops roll down through your bright smile looking outside and you can’t wait to rush out the door.

I feel safe in hotelrooms or on the endless highway in the dark.

Or on a red/white airplane taking me where I don’t need excuses to say that I don’t belong.

Clean floors that you could fall into and everything that you could ever wish for packed neatly on shelves.

Or those days you just couldn’t sit still in many rows and all the people that you know.

And they’re singing songs about a miracle and a tiny baby that saved the world and somehow the only thing that I can think about is how I’m ever going to make it to the end of my life.