Author: peter wyeth

I’m not here. I’m here. 

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I’m not here,

I’m here.

Bike slowly rolling down the hill

Watching the yellow changing, golden changing fields

and it’s bales and it’s bright blue cloud dotted backdrop

and it’s stick figures.

I’m smiling at summer’s last swallows

Waving at cats lazing in driveways

Laughing down roads marked ‘unsuitable for motor vehicles’

Eating sandwiches on hilltops, by fence posts, on stiles.

In short – I’m not here.

I’m here.

I’ve nothing much to offer

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The night I found out, I went and sat on the bed and fumbled through some songs to myself – stuff off of ‘Ziggy’ and ‘Hunky Dory’. I’m acutely aware of the influence he had, not just directly upon me but on so much of the music that I listened to growing up. And how I would dress up. As for this song – I have always loved it but this version is so alive. He looks so happy and he is throwing so much of himself into it. It’s a treasure to behold.