Alpha - Sometime Later (YouTube) (Spotify)
Alpha - Somewhere Not Here (YouTube) (Spotify)
There is this man, in Sometime Later by Alpha. He is a trapped man. A thoroughly ensnared man. Entangled by a net, he struggles against drowning. He is caught in the binding force of lust, of delay, of possibility, of just maybe sometime later. And it's long. The song is long, the wait is long, and the longing is an ache. The ache takes form. It becomes this ugly green pool below our rib cages. It's disgusting, it's awful, and it's perversely beautiful.
His words, the words of this beaten man, are half-formed invocations. They are begging prayer. I suffer with him. How can I continue to listen to this man struggling for air? I rage at my inability to claw my way into ear-buds, race with knife between my teeth down the cord to find this poor, poor soul. To find him in that trawling net beside bluefin and dolphin. To hack away at the abrasive rope that pulls his swelling body across oceans.
If I can't free him from that net, then I wish to give him words. Words of comfort, words that bring peace. Words to help express in sentences, what he seems to struggle to say in song.
Life is such a slow drowning. A slog of a wait to expire. That is, until it isn't. For some of us there is that breaching moment when hands penetrate the sea. When a firm palm finds a limp wrist. That moment we are plucked up by mermaids or sailors.
For others, that breach never comes.
At the end of the album (Come From Heaven) the same melody plays, and you think it's a repeat. But a smooth female voice tells us that we have moved to the beach. Tragically belated, she sings of our friend in the net. Does she know that the boat that pulls her eyes to the horizon tows him below it? Her words are a phantom life-safer. "You were safe and warm, I was in your hands." Cruel, cruel, cruel for our drowned man. This is a song of nostalgia. The separation is permanent. Perhaps sometime later they could've been together. Somewhere, but not here.