Songs that bring me back to Canada

There are some songs in my Spotify collection which I added while I was in Canada and that I therefore connect to that experience now.

Steve Aoki’s Back 2 U for example reminds me of all the morning runs on the bus commuting to school with my host brother John. But there are many others such as Sean Koch’s Lift You Up or Sample Answer’s Hold On To Me.

It’s crazy how strong the binding between those songs and my memories is. I just need to play one of ’em and instantly a ton of images fill up my mind. Right now I’m listening to Lift You Up (the one I mentioned) and I can’t help but remember all the rides on the skytrain, looking at the landscape outside slide away.

Trevor Hall is a songwriter I discovered while in Canada and I totally love his songs: Well I Say remembers me of all the time spent wanderin’ in the school’s halls with my friends and the walks on the way home in the night. Back To You it’s another crazy song from him too, I listened to it so much back there.

Coleman Hell’s Fireproof it’s a killer. I used to listen to it during the afternoons chilling around with my mate Pavle. He used to hate it though ahah, he’s more a trap guy.

All of these songs are special to me, and I hope you’ll like them, if you wanna see more posts about music, visit my dedicated post category. 

 

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas (1951)