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Happy Wellington’s Wednesdays from Chicago –

John K. Samson is one of my favorite songwriters. And this morning I played Wellington’s Wednesdays on my commute, and I was reminded why.

Here’s the song, a masterpiece of simplicity and truth. A lyrical poem that gets right at the heart of dwelling in a city.

“The night’s a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow. A blue glow from the TV again, the curtains never open, faces never show. And every time a light is turned on there’s a light that’s turned off somewhere. For every failing feeling that’s lost there’s a perfect cost, there’s a debt you can’t share. And every night they play the same song to the same offbeat believers. And everyone is singing along wearing blue black eyes, wearing dead-mens’ neck-ties. Clocks stopped at the corner of Albert will show your last bus left an hour ago, so stumble down the stairs again, pretend you’re not too proud to understand and still know when your voice cuts through the crowd that lonely people talk too loud. Numbers on a washroom stall. There’s always more then one last call calling you. Or you got blue eyes, or you got green eyes, or you got grey eyes” – John K. Samson