In Between

I’m between good and bad most of the time; maybe we all are. The Devil and The Angel, each shoulder. Aren’t we all like that? If we’re honest, it must be so, must be human nature,

In between sun-up and sundown, so much happens, so much, so uncertain, so unsure, then sure, sometimes, in between,

In between here and there, us and them, then and now, what to do, how to feel, in between,

It’s where everything happens, in between, ok ok, do it, get it done, make the most of,

In between.

Lyrics Post: “Numpty” Paulo Nutini

Not a song I woulda thought an immediate candidate for this blog, but then…

This happened… remembering the first single all those years ago… Not so long ago, but a bit back… And then revisiting… And enjoying… And then this…

Hey, la, la

La, la

Yeah

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Hmm, now that I’m young I just do what I do

I don’t second guess too much.

Shed my ties and I’m not that wise

I’m not all grown up as such.

But all the talk about the ring and the baby

Gets me every time

Am I big enough, strong enough, to walk along your line?

Yeah, baby

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

You say, I’m always on the hustle

That I don’t know just how good I get it

And that there’s plenty of men out there with money and muscle

“Look at these hips, baby, don’t you forget them”

Oh, but the curves all go, the money we’ll spend

What we’re left with in the end,

Oh she’s wantin’ half and she’s staking her claim

I’m saying, ‘who’s that bitch with my second name? ‘

Oh, cause building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Yeah, baby, truth be told

I’m only trying to keep my head above the water

Responsibility, eternal monogamy,

Ah I’m not a father, child

Are you a mother, are you?

Oh, my pride and joy

Yeah you, you are my pride and joy!

Yeah, building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Yeah, baby,

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Eeeee uuuuuuuu

Uuuuuuuuuu

Uuuuuuuuuu

Eeeeeeeee

Writer(s): Paolo Giovanni Nutini

Inspiration, 3, TdF 2021

This rider, the solo participant of the “Alt Tour” this year.

Lachlan Morton. Professional cyclist for EF Education First rode an “alternate tour” this edition while the EF Tour team raced in the peloton, Morton rode the whole route along. Unsupported. Ate food he bought along the way. Slept in a sleeping bag on the ground. Rode the transfers too, including the final 400 km distance to Paris at the end.

And he beat the peloton to Paris.

Quite a feat. The unstoppable nature of the human spirit sometimes rises up. It did for Morton.

His effort, the man himself, inspired for sure.

And along the way, the ride has so far raised £359,501 in donations to World Bicycle Relief.

That’s inspired too.

Lift up. You never know what’s truly possible until you try.

Let’s GO.

Morton (far right), with his wife and father too, in Paris after the predawn arrival on the Champs Elysees.

The Way

These three showing me the way. No shit no líe, it’s been a rough last twelve or so months.

Standing up and stepping up for these three has given me more purpose and power than expected.

So grateful for them, for the foundation they create…just by being. So blessed I am to have them in my life.

They show me the way every day, they light the way, that love we have, that is the way.

Yes yes, Amen.