“Berceuse” by Balún.
When I hear a song like this, I’m reminded of those years spent waking up at 6:30 AM every morning to drive to work.
Before I dragged myself out of the apartment and slumped into my car, half-dead, I always made sure to slip into the dark bedroom where my wife was still sleeping, and lean over the bed to kiss her on that scar next to her right eyebrow, my fingertips on her jawline. Without opening her eyes, she’d smile, and I’d know it was alright to leave.
As it turns out, this track is about a homesick orangutan, which I suppose is what I looked like sitting in my office at work, except wearing a tie and scuffed shoes with ragged laces.
