Hospitality - "Eighth Avenue". A jumbling season, winter gone summered. Tyrone is standing at the top of a skyscraper and he can't remember if it's November or July, if the city is glinting with sunlight or with ice. He has also forgotten the condition of his heart. Standing on the escalator, descending from the viewpoint, he passes an acquaintance, his former florist. "Hey how are you," says the florist, who is ascending. Tyrone nods a greeting. But he asks himself: How am I? It shouldn't be so hard to work out. Is he brokenhearted or in love? Is he sad or happy? When did he last visit the florist, and to what end? This damn city is confusing him; it's so beautiful, jumbled beautiful, with the skidding buses and crowing horns, the dusty smells, that he can't catch the gist of his own silhouette.

[Love this song's blur of Belle & Sebastian and all sorts of other things, from Big Star to Beulah, dappled crashing / Buy]

Steve Gates - "You Were Always On My Mind (ft Catherine MacLellan)". Sometimes the things you've said before bear repeating. They are like flags, hoisted. There is no need to stand or salute; it is enough to know the pennant is there, spangled, rippling, matching the colour in your face.

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