Nap Eyes - "White Disciple". I do not always understand the Acolyte's parables. I meet him by the fountain, where the water gathers; he sits on the stone bench, I sit in the dirt. It is this way every week. But I do not always understand his parables. Sometimes the stories are very clear: the parable of the peach, the parable of the king with two palaces. Allegories that I can apply to my life and its living. Yet other parables I do not understand. How am I to bring the lesson of the ivy with me, when I go to work? How am I to remember what the first dog said, when I am washing the dishes? I try to be good, I try to be righteous, but I have come to realize that I don't go to see the Acolyte for his wisdom: I meet him every week because I love his stories. I love the way he paints an image or foreshadows a twist. I love the way he uses short words and big ones. I love the way he described the blue priest's hair: Like a blackberries in a bowl. When I am going to work in the record shop, washing a skinny plate, these pictures dance in my memory. It's like listening to a song. Sometimes it drifts on by. Sometimes you are listening and not-listening at the same time, your heart learning the drumskip, guitar-lick, while your mind flicks like a dime. [go get the rest of the Four More Songs EP, by Halifax's splendid and exceptional Nap Eyes]