Rhymes of Goodbye

A summery day, full of sunlight today. On my way to work a nice surpriseful melody came up on shuffle after a long time; making me recall a heart spraining moment I had almost a year ago. It was almost a year back I was obsessively listening to Scott 4 as usual; to me the bestest record the legendary Scott Walker has ever released. This song Rhymes of Goodbye alone is a reason enough to idolize this record all along.

On a rediculously summery day; driving through the once heaven like - now autobahnized high way by the Black Sea coast right back in hometown. Everything getting concretioned putting a shameful grey between the refreshing green and blue. Asphalt setting a block to the wide deep Black Sea and unmanneredly tasteless houses (needless to say that the taste is owned by post-80s ignorance) built by the road in cold colours and unharmonized sizes make a scenery as if they have been embedded to the view as some kind of computer graphic. Like a bad bad joke.

And Scott goes on singing Rhymes of Goodbye. A borrowed sun in a summery day in hometown. Shining over the chaos between mankind and the naive silhouette of nature. As soft as Scott goes, borrowed sun fitting awkward to the normally misty and rainy town. Like wearing your friend's t-shirt because you had dirt on yours and have nothing of yours to wear for the rest of the day. The sun over the summery day looking like a custody at the top of it all.

The day I was leaving the town god knows for the hundredth time. Scott goes Rhymes of Goodbye. And once again I couldn't know if it was the town I was saying goodbye to or the past I got moulded with as a kid once upon a time.


-Champers