Finisterre

Music by: Saint Etienne

Album: Finisterre (2002)

I loved to draw when I was a little girl, it helped me see the world as I wanted it to be. Sometimes I walk home through a network of car parks just because I can. I love the feeling of being slightly lost, to find new spaces, new routes, new areas. I love the lack of logic. I love the feeling of being slightly lost.

I belive that music in the long run can straighten out most things. There are too many bands that act lame. Sound tame. I believe In Electrelane. Over here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean. The beard and lipstick scene. So look beyond Big brother, gossip culture, so bored of stupidity. The myth of common sense. I believe in Donovan over Dylan, in love over cynicism.

Finisterre, to tear it down and start again. Think about the love.

Five miles north is a town of silver birches. Twenty-seven churches. A look of horror if you drop an H. Around here its hoods up and heads down, got it the wrong way around. When things get turned around I slow down, dream about the notion of the perfect city. Imagine the 19th century never happened. Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus. Dreams never end. This house believes in skyscrapers.