Purple Haze

I have spent the last few days in Purple Haze. We moved to a bigger condo to facilitate the needs of our extending family. Three days of working from 0800-2400 doing hard manual labor makes me really happy to be back at work. The best way to spend your money, hire professionals to move your stuff. Even though we did this, the effort level was rather high. Kudos to the lovely friends and family who volunteered to help us at various stages of the process.
Music from the iPod this particular morning was a pleasure. "Here comes the flood" from Peter Gabriel's first solo album fit the rainy morning:

When the night shows
the signals grow on radios
All the strange things
they come and go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
There's no point in direction we cannot
even choose a side.

I took the old track
the hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
they were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
and as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
was warm and soaked the crowd.

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You're a thousand minds, within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there's only you and me
And if we break before the dawn, they'll
use up what we used to be.

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.