“I started out in search of ordinary things
How much of a tree bends in the wind
I started telling the story without knowing the end
I used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark again
Something too big to be seen was passing over and over me
Well it seemed like a routine case at first
With the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse
But the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzles
And I work myself until I’m frazzled”

Lyrics from Bill Callahan’s ‘Jim Cain’

Every Song

                    Every song
                    is the remains
                    of love.
                    Every light
                    the remains
                    of time.
                    A knot
                    of time.
                    And every sigh
                    the remains
                    of a cry.

Federico Garcia Lorca