No one's going to say it out loud

"No one's going to say it out loud

Wherever you go, there’s always something that hurts more or less. All your early dawnings, are they souvenirs or warnings, debts to curse or something worse?

Skip days and hide away, there’s always someone who’ll drag you down. I’ll be there, can you hear, desolation reach for what is most near. Everyday’s little miseries and everyday’s little apologies can’t compare with the grand scheme coming at us. Sometimes we oblige it, revive it - sometimes we can’t hide from it.

Been through all the choices, all bad or worse walk on by. The murmur of voices, what are trying to say, trying to sell this time?

Skip days and come out again, life will always hang around. I’ll be there, the coast is clear, desolation reach for what is most near. Everyday’s little miseries and everyday’s little apologies can’t compare with the grand scheme coming at us. Sometimes we outrun it, laugh at it - sometimes we get away with it.

Skip days and make it easy on yourself, by making it easy on someone else. There’s still enough great things hiding to make a difference between this mess and dying."

Nej, det är inte jag som har skrivit. Det är Peter Nuottaniemi förstås, i en av de mest okända låtarna i Bear Quartets obskyra låtkatalog. En av mina absoluta favorittexter som hade förtjänat ett bättre öde, och fick viss upprättelse när den inkluderades i BQ:s Early years-samling.