you don't, know me
you can't hold me
i'll slip through your hands
i am, one single grain of sand

you are free to love
happily received
you are free to love
if that is all you need

i'm an, empty space
i can't, be replaced
so when, you're finished with all this dream
delete, begin to rewrite me
- Sia, Rewrite

Today I bought 2 albums: Sia's Colour the Small One and the Scissor Sisters album (with a cover of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb). Sia sang on Zero 7's Simple Things, and Colour the Small One is about loss. She travelled round the world and "agreed to meet up in London with the man she describes as her 'first true love'. A week before she arrived, he was run down and killed by a black cab on Kensington High Street." Knowing this makes it more painful to listen to her sing achingly.

Today I sat in 2 different cars which played good music. One driver played Calexico's 1998 album The Black Light (which one reviewer described as "the perfect soundtrack for a summer roadtrip in an old car across Death Valley"), while the other played a Best of Siouxsie & the Banshees compilation (to be cranked up to maximum volume while cruising). How wonderful it is to be in good company, and how much better to do so cocooned in beautiful music.