Soundtracks in our Lives

I think everyone in these times- - has had some album come along, at a certain time in their lives, and serve as a support, or an illuminating lens, which gets you through your days, or touchs your spirit in a certain way.
I know when I was In Saudi Arabia in the fall of 1992 Achtung Baby by U2. Total soundtrack.
We had this car with a cassette player, and a cheapo U.A.E. pirated tape--- must have listened to it til it wore out.

Anyway, while over in Kolin in the Czech Republic, my collegues Nicole and Joey, among other things turned me on to Riot on an Empty street, an album by Kings of Convenience, a Norweigian group that sounds like a jazzy Simon and Garfunkle. A good album for sensitive people going thru transitions in their lives. Well, yeah!
By the way a special thanks to Nic and Joey for putting up with my noseful of nonsense. Trippy dude indeed,
I think we all tried to support each other in dealing with a highly unusual situation, and the winter we found ourselves going thru.

At any rate I came to appreciate all the songs and moods on that album. The last song in particular would remind me of my love of trains--- yeah I have loved trains since I was 3, and the sound of hearing the various trains come thru Kolin while sitting in that room with a view on Joey's PC, listening to The Build Up at the same time.

Sometimes knowing when to get on ....
being as imporant as knowing when to get off - - -

Well, okay here are the lyrics for the song:
The Build Up

The build-up lasted for days
Lasted for weeks
Lasted too long
Our hero withdrew
When there was two
He could not choose one
So there was none

Worn into the vaguely announced
Worn into the vaguely announced

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant 'til it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant 'til it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant 'til it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

When to get off
When to get off
When to get off.....