We’re in full summer swing around the northern hemisphere, nonetheless have found ourselves in a bit of a post-Glastonbury miasma (failed again). The perfect match for the mood came to us in the form of Eleanor Friedberger performing her song Stare At The Sun on KEXP.  The song is off of Friedberger’s just released, superb second solo album Personal Record.  Check Stare At The Sun in all it’s two-plus minutes of glory and melancholia.  After, is the song’s official video. The song’s lyrics follow at bottom.

“In the back of the of taxi, you turned off the TV
And read me a book on your phone
Here’s the return of your skeleton key
Oh baby the places we’ve gone

If that was goodbye than I must be high
You know I’ll be seeing you soon
If that was goodbye and the snow in July
As it hailed in the middle of June

Give me your toothpaste
Give me your ointment
Give me your body and then
Keep this in amber
Keep our appointment
Remember the things that we sang

If that was goodbye than I must be high
You must be the sugar I need
If that was goodbye than I am a fly
And the future is guaranteed

‘Cause when I’m with you everything’s treasure
I forget what it’s like to be wrong
I’m far from the town in the suburbs of your pleasure
I’ve been in exile so long
I’m trying not to stare at the sun
No, I’m trying not to stare at the sun
I’m trying not to stare at the sun

Cooperative coffee and synchronized showers
I try not to look at the clock
Goodbye to your castle
Wave from the tower
And drop me a line from the dock
If that was goodbye than you must be high
And maybe I’m losing a friend
If that was goodbye then the sea has run dry
So I fill it in with tears instead

‘Cause when I’m with you everything’s treasure
I forget what it’s like to be gone
I’m far from the town in the suburbs of your pleasure
I’ve been in exile so long
I’m trying not to stare at the sun
I’m trying not to stare at the sun
I’m trying not to stare at the sun

‘Cause when I’m with you everything’s treasure
I forget what it’s like to be gone
I’m far from the town in the suburbs of your pleasure
I’ve been in exile so long.
I’m trying not to stare at the sun
I’m trying not to stare at the sun
I’m trying not to stare at the sun”