Words of Innocence and Experience

After days of gloomy skies and occasional showers, today’s sunshine was such a blessing!
The stunning sun must have raised the temperature slightly as well, making today a little warmer than yesterday.

I’m at my most creative in the morning, when the air is fresh and the quietly awaking energy in the Humanity Science Building is pervasive. However, my favorite songwriter, Martin, seems to seek inspiration at night.

The most obvious example is Waiting for the Night

I’m waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everything’s dark
Keeps us from the stark reality

The sentimental side of Martin’s personality is expressed in One Caress

I’m shying from the light
I always loved the night
And now you offer me eternal darkness

He evens calls himself The Dead of Night.

We are the dead of night
We’re in the zombie room
We’re twilight’s parasites
With self-inflicted wounds

There’s only one occasion where he summons the twilight–in In Your Room. However, deep inside the narrator’s mind, he still wants the night to last.

Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

Day or night, Martin adores clear skies as I do. Cloudy days upset him in Something to Do.

Grey sky over a black town
I can feel depression
All around

But Not Tonight is an interesting case, though. The lyrics presents a complete paradox in the first three lines and the following ones.

Oh God it’s raining
But I’m not complaining
It’s filling me up with new life

It was raining and Martin felt electrified by the rain.

The stars in the sky
Bring tears to my eyes
They’re lighting my way tonight

It perplexed me that how there could be stars when it was raining. :-p

Anyway, Martin is a night person, and I’m a morning one. Meeting Martin at night would definitely be interesting, as I might get the chance to see how he transfers his ingenuity into the beautiful words and melodies. With the night as his Muse, Martin would never let me down (again).

See the stars are shining bright
Everything’s alright tonight