The love poetry of Matthew Ryan
Summer is slowly fading away out there in the neglected reality while I’m busy putting abstractions together with the help of a keyboard and a cup of Twinings Earl Grey.
To keep me motivated, or something like this, I’m listening to some albums by Matthew Ryan. You can say that many of his songs are not really songs. You can say that there is a Bono hidden somewhere in his voice (in my eyes Bono is the most overrated singer in current popular music). But then you just have to listen to his love poetry and surrender.
Maybe once in a hundred million years
Has there been one like you, my dear
So bright, so pure, so clear
The torch that lights my way
She’s standing in the doorway
She’s taking off my shirt
No one could have told me
One day this would hurt
I can’t even tell if this is shitty poetry or not – I can only feel its impact. Damn, I’m an incurable romantic.
