all my colours ?

rainy

 

back view

On the way back from my pottery class, in the car, I am unexpectedly handed back a chunk of my life I had put away perhaps, almost forgotten. Two men are discussing Echo and the Bunnymen and they play a chunk of All my colours. It is late when I get back but it is eerily easy to find the 1981 song online without having to dig up the vinyl or plug the record player that lives under the sofa. In a breath the person that I was then is sellotaped back to my present being : it is easy now to look up words that I had not then managed to make out—I was pretty French then—but I do not really need to know.

Beyond words this speaks to the depth of me as it did back then.  This was a time when I was much closer to the edge of my sanity. I had not yet known the feeling of home or of safe. I may have seemed arrogant and proud but I was hiding. At times—with loud music or in books—I would have felt nonetheless on top of the world living with an intensity that could threaten all understanding, I did not need drugs to flirt with that kind of dangerous dimension, and I instinctively knew that I needed to hang on to myself as no one would pull me back if I stepped out too far.

I was a teenager then and I am getting close to being 50 now. I am potentially even more of a rebel now. Even more alive I’d say. I have managed to get to know myself pretty well in the meanwhile and I am quite happy to be me which is—considering where I come from—a fucking miracle.

Here is to you too enjoying all your own colours now or whenever you are ready.

 

2 comments

  1. Rebel at 50 is the best. keep it going

    Flying
    And you know I’m not coming down
    You’re trying
    But you know you must soon go down
    All my colours
    Turn to clouds
    All my colours
    Turn to cloud

    Zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo
    Zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo
    Zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo
    Zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo

    What d’you say
    When your heart’s in pieces
    How to play
    Those cards in sequence
    That box you gave me
    Burned nicely
    That box you gave me
    Burned nicely

    Zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo
    Zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo
    Zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo
    Zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo zimbo

    Flying down
    Flying down

    All my colours
    Turn to clouds
    All my colours
    Turn to cloud

    Hey I’m flowing
    Hey I’m flowing
    That box you gave me
    Burned nicely
    That box you gave me
    Burned nicely
    Hey I’ve flown away
    Hey I’ve flown away
    All my colours

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