The air stills for a moment;
the sky takes a deep breathe.
Exhaling and everything goes into motion;
pushing until there is nothing left.

Trees flutter and flicker,
spilling little drops of light,
reflecting the sun
and it’s warm delight.

Waterlogged colors streak over the clouds,
reminding us of the strangeness
of the storm
that surrounds.


Tip of My Tongue

There was a thread
in my mind
and I tried to hold on.

But I lost it
in the mass
and webs of thoughts
gone wrong.

Forever and Always

Rhythmic beauty
in the murmur
of sound.

Voices floating
light, free and with
no bounds.

Capture this raw
emotion of
their lives.

Movement flutters
on the edge of
my eyes.

People moving
in and out of
the crowd.

Abundant is
the joy and love

the meaning of


So, I know, I have already done a Lord Huron song. What gives? Well, Lord Huron sent me their new album Vide Noir after I ordered some tickets for their upcoming show in October (which I am ecstatic about). And, you see, I kind of fell in love with that album instantaneously. So, yeah, I’m going to talk about another Lord Huron song and today’s feature is “Wait by the River.”

I was obsessed with this track for a solid month. It all begins the bass and that single snare. For a moment, the song transports me back to the 1950s as the keys are chased on a piano as if to open a curtain. And what comes to my mind immediately (and quite ironically once I saw the music video for this), were the old variety shows that would showcase different musical acts. The syncopation of the piano pickups and then Ben Schneider starts in.

Love – what else would this song focus on? Of course, this one is a broken love that our antagonist is hoping to mend. And he will wait forever for it; if that’s what it takes. The first verse builds nicely with Schneider’s voice, dropping us off at the end with a release of sound.

In the second, a stiff rhythm guitar is added as the antagonist begs for his love again, though he pushes more on the fact that he can’t wait forever. This verse is ended again with a crescendo, but instead of quick release, echoes are added in that extend the ending giving it a dreamlike quality. Which is fitting considering the Emerald Star theme for this album.

The next word I wait so patiently for to sing along with – “Baby!” The way Schneider says is just too much fun, followed soon by “I don’t honestly wish you were dead.” (That line had me dying with laughter the first time, especially after hearing that Baby.) It’s clear now that the antagonist has had a bad fight with his love and he is backpedaling trying to recall the things he said. But he is still waiting by that damn river.

The song begins to build again as everything grows towards the ending. Schneider starts in with those wonderful nature inspired lyrics that he is so amazing at, describing how a river can begin to look like it runs into the stars with the help of moonlight. The antagonist is at his end knowing that he cannot continue through life without his other. So much so, that he would rather give up his life than continue on. Thus, is the Vide Noir.

Then the track deflates with that ethereal echo we heard before, and the piano draws back the curtain.

Please take a listen of this fantastic tune here and don’t forget to check out the full lyrics below. I also highly recommend listening to the full Vide Noir album while you are at it.

“Wait by the River” by Lord Huron

I will wait by the river
In the light of the moon
At the edge of the city
I will wait for you

Though I can’t wait forever
Someday I’ll be dead and gone
And I won’t be forgiven
For what I’ve done

I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river

I will cry out to heaven
As it rains down on me
I will beg for forgiveness
Get down on my knees

If I can’t change the weather
Maybe I can change your mind
If we can’t be together
What’s the point of life

Baby, I didn’t mean the things I said
I don’t honestly wish you were dead
I’m a fool; I’m just a man
If I only could hold you again

And the stars fill the river
As it flows into the sky
And the mind leaves the body
And floats higher and higher

If we can’t be together
I will leave this world behind
If I can’t touch your body
Can I touch the sky?

I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river
I will wait by the river

Lost It

I lost my passion.
That burning drive
and fire.

I don’t know where it went
or how I lost it.
I just know it’s gone.

Strange thing is
I can’t really say I miss it.
Other feelings filled the void.

Maybe they’re not feelings,
Just business and tasks that are
an adult’s daily chores.

There is a certain cyclicness to my life now.
A carefully charted path
with nothing unperceivable
and completely flat.

Oh – flatlining?
What a term for the living!
To stay straight on a narrow line.

Are we not all just cogs in one big machine?
So Pecknold says.
Is that our destiny?

Ridiculous and bleak.
I better find that passion,
before such a life takes hold of me.


Soft peaks and rolling hills.
Sand shaped by the wind.
Undulating and smooth.
Desert valleys begin.

Cracked earth and
jagged white rock
leading to ridges
and flat tops.

This land is alien
and forever empty.
Void of all movement
no living thing to see.

Though it is strange,
there is a sullen beauty.
A digestion of the unknown
and the wonder that fills me.


A cloud drifts by casting shadows on the ground.
The shadows are in front of me;
their shape fluid and curved.
I step lightly behind them,
not wishing to leave the warmth of the sun.
Perhaps, I think, I should follow and see where they might go.
Perhaps, I think, they may show me a secret, something untold.

The movement varies in speed.
Fast then slow.
Fast then slow.
I keep the tempo never faltering and never losing site even though
the path becomes uneven and the world around unfamiliar
in all it’s characteristics and flow.

Uncertainty fogs my mind
and I begin to question my actions.
Perhaps, I think, I should go no further.
Perhaps, I think, this is not a destiny that I should force onward.

But like a riddle to the thinker,
my curiosity demands me to know –
Where do these shadows go?

The sun dips down and expands their seams.
Quicker is my step to stay on the edge,
and stranger is the world as light bends and sets.

When I take my focus away from my task,
the things I see around me are alarming.
My heart is pounding,
creating caverns in my chest.
For what is beyond is distressing and gives way to unrest.
Perhaps, I think, I have gone too far.
Perhaps, I think, returning is an optimistic farce.

With a sudden but silent shift through the air,
the shadows stretch
and then vanish.

Where does the night end?
And how did it so easily begin?

I have lost them,
and now stand in a flood of darkness,
unsure of my direction
and left with so many
unanswered questions.