Posted on September 29, 2024

🎵 My Top weekly artists as logged by last.fm:

Jake Blount & Mali Obomsawin (22 plays)
The Cure (16)
Broadcast (15)
Liv Greene (15)
Paul Simon (14)

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Posted on September 28, 2024

_Succisa pratensis_, also known as **devil’s-bit** or **devil’s-bit scabious**, is a flowering plant in the honeysuckle family.

Literally hundreds of these flowers in our garden at the moment. Never noticed them before.

Close-up of a purple scabiosa flower with delicate petals and long stamens, set against a blurred green background.

A field with tall grass and numerous small purple flowers, set against a backdrop of dense, green foliage and trees.

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Posted on September 28, 2024

After a recent trip to Brussels I’ve been thinking of museums I’ve visited. My top five at the moment, in no particular order, are:

– Ca’ Rezzonico, the Museum of 18th century Venice
– Keats-Shelley House, Rome
– Casa Fernando Pessoa, Lisbon
– Acropolis Museum, Athens
– Magritte Museum, Brussels

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Posted on September 27, 2024

# Alone

On Thursday 26th September 2024 The Cure released the single _Alone_ 🎵

> Birds fall from the sky, broken voices call us home and youthful dreams are dashed against the transience of life in the band’s first new song in 16 years

(_from 🔗 The Guardian_)

The lyrics of the song “seem to be based on _Dregs_, an 1899 work by the Decadent poet Ernest Dowson”.

Alone on Apple Music
Official video on YouTube

## The Cure – Alone (Lyrics)

This is the end
Of every song that we sing
The fire burned out to ash
And the stars
Grown dim with tears

Cold and afraid
The ghosts of all that we’ve been
We toast with bitter dregs
To our emptiness

And the birds
Falling out of our skies
And the words
Falling out of our minds
And here is to love
To all the love
Falling out of our lives

Hopes and dreams are gone
The end of every song

And it all stops
We were always sure
That we would never change
And it all stops
We were always sure
That we would stay the same
But it all stops
And we close our eyes
To sleep To dream
A boy and girl
Who dream the world is nothing
But a dream…

Where did it go?
Where did it go?
Broken voiced lament
To call us home

This is the end
Of every song we sing
Alone

## Ernest Dowson – Dregs

The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof,
(This is the end of every song man sings!)
The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain,
Bitter as wormwood and as salt as pain;
And health and hope have gone the way of love
Into the drear oblivion of lost things.
Ghosts go along with us until the end;
This was a mistress, this, perhaps, a friend.
With pale, indifferent eyes, we sit and wait
For the dropt curtain and the closing gate:
This is the end of all the songs man sings.

Posted on September 24, 2024

Just been given 3.5kg of green tomatoes. Think I’ll be making green tomato chutney tomorrow 🍅

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Posted on September 22, 2024

🎵 My Top weekly artists as logged by last.fm:

Paul Simon (28 plays)
Peter Alexander Jobson (4)
Ozawa, Saito Kinen Orchestra (3)
Paul Heaton (2)
clipping. (1)

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