Something Comes To Kick You Up Inside

I've been kicked - *hard* - spent the last two days feeling nauseous and grappling with the need for change. My friend J was good to remind me that the sensation of separation from other is merely a separation from some part of one's self. And while I chew on that and the greater notion of what it truly means to be part of a collective consciousness on a day in and out basis I am reminded of this .....

Eleven Years
New Model Army

Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us
Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club
And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for
Before I caught a breath well she was standing there
We walked the streets ofour town just talking
And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks
Just when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything
Something comes to kick you up inside

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousand miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down

No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes
Twisted up and turning in my bed alone
And separation pains like a blunted amputation
Pushing endless coins in the telephone

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousand miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down

So rest in these open arms
And lie until they come for you
And tell me everything you've ever felt
Tell me everything you want to see

Forever running even when we are standing still
Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow
And shouting out inside, I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousand miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down