Guster - Come Downstairs and Say Hello

Published Sunday, February 06, 2005 by Abby | E-mail this post

“I look straight at what’s coming ahead/ Soon it’s going to change in a new direction/ One more time, as I fall asleep/ These words repeating in my head.”

Patience.

Because this is a slow start, an ambling lullaby that drifts along in a haze of gentle guitar chords sparingly struck. Slow. Whisper it with lethargy and sweet recognition, resolutions half-formed. Those daydreams in your mind, shifting into shape as sunlight falls in ribbons across your face on the pillow in mid-morning.

It’s the most perfect bridge, you see. The chorus words languidly stretching themselves with new chords rising. Uncurling from the slumber, they reach up towards some tighter form.

And then the beats, extra bass line and all that new energy the lyrics promise kick in. Layers of new sound, fulsome and free. Because there’s purpose and movement, lists made in thin purple felt-tipped pens and a diary slowly filling with things and people. Hypnotic, it repeats until almost a chant…

Tomorrow I start in a new direction.