walk away

Τhat’s the highlight of the forthcoming Franz Ferdinand album. The way Alex Kapranos’ voice cracks when he admits “I love the sound of you walking away…”, trying to persuade himself that he doesn't really care makes my heart melt. I guess it’s the Scottish/Greek blood that runs through his veins I have to blame…


I swapped my innocence for pride
Crushed the end within my stride
Said I'm strong now
I know that I'm a leaver

I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear, oh
And I am cold, yes, I'm cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
I love the sound of you walking away, walking away, yeah hey

Why don't you walk away?
No buildings will fall down
Don't you walk away
No quake will split the ground
Won't you walk away
The sun won't swallow the sky
Won't you walk away?
Statues will not cry

I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I'm not cold, I am old
At least as old as you are
And as you walk away…

Oh, as you walk away
My headstone crumbles down
As you walk away
The Hollywood winds will howl
As you walk away
The Kremlin's falling
As you walk away
Radio Four is static

Oh, as you walk away
Hey
The stab of stiletto
On a silent night
Stalin smiles
Hitler laughs
Churchill claps
Mao Tse Tung on the back


I love music, we have established that by now… But don’t believe the songs. They lie from time to time. Because if there’s one thing you already know, it’s that I never ever loved the sound of you walking away. Neither the sight of it. Nor the feeling… Especially the feeling.