beirut.

"The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine " - song Postcards from Italy by Beirut.

I've been obsessed with Beirut for awhile now, and am finding this the perfect snowy, wintery, homey music (also the soundscape on the blogette). PS, can I be the girl from Italy for you Zach Condon? I promise to always write, and I am Italian... I've been teaching dance this week, and my contemporary piece for my old high school's dance department is really taking off. I'm so proud of my dancers, and hope you'll be able to go see it in March.

Happy Wednesday and hang on - Christmas is almost here!