Rain rain go away...

Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me( the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere) and
what a gently welcoming darkestness--

now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain

are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)

something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring.

-e.e. cummings

Song of the Moment

Like Picasso and his Blue Period, Rose Period, Cubism, etc., I tend to have music phases. For a solid three weeks during my junior year of college, I listened to Rufus Wainwright alone. My senior year, two or three weeks of Keane. In September, Ben Harper was the man in my life. And, of course, there's the Pearl Jam kick that particularly picks up around upcoming concerts.

Since...Thursday, I'd say, Crowded House has held exclusive rights to my ears. But not their entire discography, no, not even an entire album. Since Thursday...or whenever...I have been captivated by the first five tracks of their most recent release, Time on Earth. To and from each job, riding the El, sitting around the apartment, just five tracks on continuous repeat. As they're occupying my full musical attention, I feel it appropriate to share The Most Played:

He imagines the world
As the angel ascending
Like the ghost of a man
Who is tied up to a chair

And he tries to believe
That his life has a meaning
With his hand on his heart
Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre

And I wake up blind
Like my dreams were too bright
And I lost my regard
For the good things that I had
And the radio was sad

When you listen for good
In a hope that comes to nothing
'Cause the liars moved in
And they believe their own dark medicine

They act so nonchalant
But he is not a dog
Perform for you in the stadium
For the world, not for the war

And he won't hesitate
Though it might lead to heartache
In the nightclub indigo
For the world, not for the war
Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre

When you listen for good
In a hope that comes to nothing
'Cause the liars moved in
And they brew their own dark medicine
Believing it's good
Behind their jaded eyes a dilemma

He's the best you ever had
He's so low, you'll never know
(fade)

-Pour le monde