"What if you held the world in your arms?"

What if, indeed you held this blunt, rusted world in your arms. Your hands cupping its curve and your tears plopping into its many oceans.

"If I need to remember that the entire Earth is outside this room
So close the windows, keep the curtains shut forever"

Like a child, optimistically sad, waiting for the sunshine wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, when all there is to see is grey rain clouds. Idlewild bend into my ears like a startled cat jumping through a forgotten window. Nothing so stunning has come through that window in so long, I had forgoten it was open.

"I return but don’t remain, I’m impatient for a reason
To complain about winter, making me see through again"

They spread their beauty like the best jam, made from boiled up stars and silver moonlight, caught from a reflection using a green fishing net. My pulse begins to gain pace, as my eyes roll into the back of head. I want to eat all the words laid out infront of me. Have them sink into my stomach and turn my blue blood crimson.

Each song is sublime, lyrically and musically. Roddy spills his vocals like a clumsey, just woke up person spilling gasoline. My body taps and jars, i want to jump against walls and hide under my bed, both at the same time. (I mean that in good way)

"And happiness, did it happen
Sooner than the doubt it cost you
You learn from the mistakes that I taught you"

These words are what I want to say, even though i know nothing of what they mean. Words hummed under my breath for days, words aching to be heard, but Roddy does it so much better. I need to sidle up to the speaker, put my arms around it and press my head against the fine mesh. Just to get close to it. Just to get warm from its after glow. This is a perfectly imperfect (cos who likes perfection?) collection of songs that make the days seem warmer and the nights more magical.

"We stop in every passing place
To watch the world move faster than we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed the way we usually choose to"