Crowded House

I don’t usually deviate from books here, but seeing as I did once for a film, I could hardly not express my praise for the Crowded House concert I saw last night.

Some bands you see live, and you can really hear the effect the studio has had on their sound – but Crowded House is even better live than their studio albums are. Like a fine wine, Neil Finn’s voice has only improved with age, it is rich and clear. From classics in the rock style like Locked Out, to the new single almost entirely in falsetto A Sigh, Finn was breathtakingly flawless.

He is also one of the world’s most amazing songwriters, so I thought I would leave you with a few of his words…



There is freedom within,

there is freedom without

Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup

Theres a battle ahead, many battles are lost

But you'll never see the end of the road

While you're travelling with me

Hey now, hey now

Dont dream its over

Hey now, hey now

When the world comes in

They come, they come

To build a wall between us

We know they wont win
Don’t Dream It’s Over

I've been locked out

I've been locked in

but I always seem to come back again

when you're in that room

what do you do?

I know that I will have you in the end

And the clouds

they're crying on you

and the birds are offering up their tunes

in a shack as remote as a mansion

you escape into a place where nothing moves

Locked Out

I have all I want, is that simple enough?

a whole lot more I'm thinking of

every night about six o'clock

birds come back to the pond to talk

they talk to me -- birds to talk to me

if I go down on my knees

it feels like nothing matters

in our private universe

And it's a pleasure that I have known

and it's a treasure that I have gained

and it's a pleasure that I have known

Private Universe

She came out of the water

Into my horizon

Like a cumulo nimbus

Coming in from a distance
Burning and exploding

Burning and exploding

Like a slow volcano

When you come

Cover the ground with ashes

When you come

When You Come

A sigh

from the deepest well

you can tell a lot

by not saying a thing

It's true

between us, my friend

this longing...A sigh

for loneliness to end

no changing the story now

A Sigh

These walls, have eyes,

Rows of photographs of faces like mine,

Who do we become,

without knowing where we started from,

It's true,

I'm missing you,

And I stand alone,

inside your room.

Everything that you made by hand,

Everything that you know by heart,

I will try to connect all the pieces you've left,

I will carry it on, let you forget,

I remember the years, when your mind was still clear,

All the flickering lights,

That filled up this silent house.

Silent House