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Strange to my Mind is a meditation on the mysteries of being alive, those humming quietly under the surface and those that roar and shape shift your life’s course. After periods of transformation, we are often unrecognizable to ourselves and we have to learn to see ourselves again. Sometimes close communities shift and fall apart and the world is an utterly heartbreaking place. Woven into the song is a personal reminder that gratitude is a integral part of peering through the looking glass, and that the beauty and joy must find a way to walk alongside the pain. Strange to my Mind is a bow, a nod, a high kick, an interpretive dance to the reverence of the strangeness of life, for this holy and beautiful thing! This video is in collaboration with the amazing collage artist Sandy Pants, a friend whose work I admire that often merges beauty, absurdity and wonderful strangeness. Featuring Thomas Hammerton on piano Lyrics: Strange to my mind Peering out the open window But I see I have gone blind Strange to myself In the pieces of my name Will I find myself again Strange to my heart Oh it's beating every day Both the pleasure and the pain They go up in the same smoke So let it linger a little longer Like the sweetness in the veins Strange turn of phrase All the layers of our lifetimes As on our waters rage Strange to my song All the longing in the lungs There rests a poem on the tongue So if you're still you will know the angels hum Strange to this moon At the window seat of time Is it mellow in the mornin’ Is it holy in its stormin’ Does it come into its shine watching mine? Strange to this death Oh the body’s just a story It’s map so full of windows And stones piled in the meadows And the roses resting gently at your door Strange to my mind Peering out the open window but I see I have gone blind