Lejos and Mary
Lay dazed in Liula
Dreaming of tropical signs
As Lejos lay sleeping
She knelt over him weeping
Feeling the weight of his crimes
It seems he cut a man down in a Tennessee town
And he's just licking his wounds for a spell
But it won't take long for the boys to catch on
And soon he'll be running like hell
Run Lejos run
This ain't no time for that ball and chain
Run Lejos run
Climb on that pony and ride like you never done
Ride like you never done
Well their love it was long
It was gentle and strong
And for a while she forgot his sins
And she kissed him for love
She kissed him for luck
She kissed him one time for a kid
Well they came in without a warning in the hours before morning
They come-a blasting through the windows and walls
And when the smoke it did clear
somebody cried out he ain't here
Killed ourselves a woman that's all
Run Lejos run
This ain't no time for that ball and chain
Run Lejos run
Climb on that pony and ride like you never done
Ride like you never done
—Ray Lamontagne, Narrow Escape
March 31, 2008
March 28, 2008
I'm too proud to beg for your attention and your friendship and your time
And interesting sound check version:
Everything I do surrounds these pieces of my life that often change
Or maybe I've changed
Sometimes seeming happy can be self destructive even when you're sane
Or only insane
But don't bother waking me today
Here I am
I'm so young
I know I've been bitter, I've been jaded, I'm alone
Every day I'll bite my tongue
If you only knew my mind was full of razors
That cuts you like a word if only sung...
But this is my song
It is my song
Now I live every day like there will never be a last one till they're gone
And they're gone
I'm too proud to beg for your attention and your friendship and your time
So you can come and get it from now on
Here I am
I'm so young
I know I've been bitter, I've been jaded, I'm alone
Every day I'll bite my tongue
If you only knew my mind was full of razors
That cuts you like a word if only sung...
But this is my song
It is my song
And it's you
It is you
Here I am
I'm so young
I know I've been bitter, I've been jaded, I'm alone
Every day I'll bite my tongue
If you only knew my mind was full of razors
I'm not sure I can take it
I'm nothing strong to hold to
I'll wait to only hate you
My mind is full of razors
That cuts you like a word if only sung
But this is my song
—Brandi Carlile / My Song
March 27, 2008
A song for every one of us
This is the sound of one voice
One spirit, one voice
The sound of one who makes a choice
This is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of voices two
The sound of me singing with you
Helping each other to make it through
This is the sound of voices two
This is the sound of voices three
Singing together in harmony
Surrendering to the mystery
This is the sound of voices three
This is the sound of all of us
Singing with love and the will to trust
Leave the rest behind it will turn to dust
This is the sound of all of us
This is the sound of one voice
One people, one voice
A song for every one of us
This is the sound of one voice
This is the sound of one voice
—Wailin' Jennys / One Voice
March 26, 2008
March 20, 2008
But sometimes we forget who we got — Who they are and who they are not
Well I walked over the bridge
Into the city where I live and I saw my old landlord
Well we both said hello
There was no where else to go
Cause his rent I couldn’t afford
Well relationships change
Though I think it’s kind of strange how money makes a man grow
Ah, some people they claim if you get enough fame
You live over the rainbow
Over the rainbow
But the people on the street,
Out on buses or on feet
We all got the same blood flow
Oh in society every dollar got a deed
We all need a place that we can go and feel over the rainbow
Some times we forget what we got
And who we are and who we are not
I think we got a chance to make it right
Keep it loose
Keep it tight
Keep it tight
I’m in love with a girl who’s in love with the world
Though I can’t help but follow
Though I know someday she is bound to go away and stay over the rainbow
Got to learn how to let her go
Over the rainbow
But sometimes we forget who we got
Who they are and who they are not
There is so much more in love than black and white
Keep it loose child
You gotta keep tight
Keep it loose child
Keep it tight
Keep it tight
Keep it tight
—Amos Lee / Keep It Loose, Keep It Tight
Seriously, dude.
If you have the opportunity to run up or down one, two, or even three flights of stairs, PLEASE don't take the elevator. Seriously. ESPECIALLY if it's just one flight.
I work with some lazy pieces of shoe . . .
I work with some lazy pieces of shoe . . .
March 19, 2008
I hate hate hate hate
. . . the dentist. Hate.
Hate.
Wah.
I'm feeling very unenthusiastic about today. Got a very LATE start. Have crappy-ass dentist appointment. Must finish up a redesign for work. Don't want to go to the gym after work, but that would go against Healthy Mug 2008 Rule #2 of "Go to damn gym, Pudgy McPudgso.
Wah, again.
Hate.
Wah.
I'm feeling very unenthusiastic about today. Got a very LATE start. Have crappy-ass dentist appointment. Must finish up a redesign for work. Don't want to go to the gym after work, but that would go against Healthy Mug 2008 Rule #2 of "Go to damn gym, Pudgy McPudgso.
Wah, again.
I do not need a big house or the ability to fly
They're building up big houses
Back behind the school
Where we used to drink our beer on Friday nights
And pretend that we were lovers in your car
We can't afford to live there
So we drive on past their marble and glass
Hoping that this blue collar town of ours
Won't ever lose its balls
I was just a little girl
When your hand brushed by my hand
And I will be an old woman
Happy to have spent my whole life with one man
Behind that school we found romance
We laid in the dirt and took off our shirts
While the lucky ones would fly away
On planes to other cities, other towns
Now they're building up houses
Big enough to lose your love
Big enough to never even see
One another in the dark
One man, one town is all I need
A simple plan to guide me
Through the simple life I lead
I have seen the ocean and I have seen the sky
I do not need a big house or the ability to fly
We'll remember the summers
The crumbling town streets, running from police
And acting like we'd leave this place
The minute we ever had the chance
—Lori McKenna / One Man
Back behind the school
Where we used to drink our beer on Friday nights
And pretend that we were lovers in your car
We can't afford to live there
So we drive on past their marble and glass
Hoping that this blue collar town of ours
Won't ever lose its balls
I was just a little girl
When your hand brushed by my hand
And I will be an old woman
Happy to have spent my whole life with one man
Behind that school we found romance
We laid in the dirt and took off our shirts
While the lucky ones would fly away
On planes to other cities, other towns
Now they're building up houses
Big enough to lose your love
Big enough to never even see
One another in the dark
One man, one town is all I need
A simple plan to guide me
Through the simple life I lead
I have seen the ocean and I have seen the sky
I do not need a big house or the ability to fly
We'll remember the summers
The crumbling town streets, running from police
And acting like we'd leave this place
The minute we ever had the chance
—Lori McKenna / One Man
March 18, 2008
Pretty cool.
No idea how my Mum found this site, but it's pretty cool . . .
http://producten.hema.nl/
Anyone want to translate this for moi?
http://producten.hema.nl/
Anyone want to translate this for moi?
She’s obvious despite herself
Jodie wears a hat although it hasn’t rained for six days
She says a girl needs a gun these days
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eve Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
She’s less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San Jose
And her neverborn child still haunts her now
As she speeds down the freeway
As she tries her luck with the traffic police
Out of boredom more than spite
She never finds no trouble, she tries too hard
She’s obvious despite herself
She looks like Eve Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She says all she needs is therapy
All you need is love is all you need
Jodie never sleeps ‘cause there are always needles in the hay
She says that a girl needs a gun these days
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eve Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
As she reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
Her heart, heart’s like crazy paving
Upside down and back to front
She says ooh, it’s so hard to love
When love was your great disappointment
Count those rattlesnakes
She says a girl needs a gun these days
On account of all the rattlesnakes
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
—Lloyd Cole / Rattlesnakes
She says a girl needs a gun these days
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eve Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
She’s less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San Jose
And her neverborn child still haunts her now
As she speeds down the freeway
As she tries her luck with the traffic police
Out of boredom more than spite
She never finds no trouble, she tries too hard
She’s obvious despite herself
She looks like Eve Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She says all she needs is therapy
All you need is love is all you need
Jodie never sleeps ‘cause there are always needles in the hay
She says that a girl needs a gun these days
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eve Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
As she reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
Her heart, heart’s like crazy paving
Upside down and back to front
She says ooh, it’s so hard to love
When love was your great disappointment
Count those rattlesnakes
She says a girl needs a gun these days
On account of all the rattlesnakes
Hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
—Lloyd Cole / Rattlesnakes
one two one two one two . . .
OK, so, Healthy Mug 2008 hasn't gotten off to the winning start I hoped it would. Yet, I shall persevere . . . despite the scone (the size of my head) I just stuffed down my gullet. I've brought my gym bag to work and I will see if I can remember the way there tonight.
H.M.2008 Rule #1:
Wake up earlier, in order to enjoy a healthy breakfast before leaving for work.
I hope to avoid eating cake for breakfast in the future.
H.M.2008 Rule #1:
Wake up earlier, in order to enjoy a healthy breakfast before leaving for work.
I hope to avoid eating cake for breakfast in the future.
March 17, 2008
March 14, 2008
Shadow dancing in the pouring rain
Mmmmmm mmmmmm
Ohhhh ooohhh yea
Sitting here thinking
Damn I'm getting a little older
Trying to find some piece of mind
Take the weight of the world off my shoulders
mmmm got me driving down the highway
Trying to make it through each and every day
Fade to black 'n all poverty
Take a truck and move my people down south with me
Take my ball and chain and for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
Sitting here looking in the mirror
Damn it's getting a little clearer
If I could paint a perfect picture
Would u dare take it wit ya, take it wit ya, take it wit ya
Picture us whistling while fishing
Picture us dancing while romancing
To a tune that belongs to me and you
My ball and chain we will all be free yea
Take my ball and chain and for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
We can be dancing, steady romancing
Whisteling, while we steady fishing
Yea, yeah, oooh, oooooooh
Oooooooh, yeah
Take my ball and chain and for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
—Anthony Hamilton, Ball And Chain
Ohhhh ooohhh yea
Sitting here thinking
Damn I'm getting a little older
Trying to find some piece of mind
Take the weight of the world off my shoulders
mmmm got me driving down the highway
Trying to make it through each and every day
Fade to black 'n all poverty
Take a truck and move my people down south with me
Take my ball and chain and for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
Sitting here looking in the mirror
Damn it's getting a little clearer
If I could paint a perfect picture
Would u dare take it wit ya, take it wit ya, take it wit ya
Picture us whistling while fishing
Picture us dancing while romancing
To a tune that belongs to me and you
My ball and chain we will all be free yea
Take my ball and chain and for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
We can be dancing, steady romancing
Whisteling, while we steady fishing
Yea, yeah, oooh, oooooooh
Oooooooh, yeah
Take my ball and chain and for a ticket
On a one way trip into Georgia
Big smiles, apple pies, my people, and blue skies
Tomatoes grow where I can pick em'
On an open highway through Georgia
Green grass, tear stains, shadow dancing in the pouring rain
—Anthony Hamilton, Ball And Chain
Dreaming.
As soon as my eyes shut the slide show begins
Yesterday is gone now and panic sets in
With a weight upon my chest
and a ghost upon my back
And the numbing sensation of everything
I lack that leaves me
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Your real world away
Only beautiful, beautiful bright eyes, lie
Only beautiful, beautiful bright eyes cry
Late morning lullaby
The first sign of morning is gray and alarming
It's so disappointing the day has come so soon
While the rest of the world greets the day and feels new
I will push it away just like I always do, I will be
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Your real world away
Only beautiful, beautiful bright eyes, lie
Only beautiful, beautiful bright eyes cry
Late morning lullaby
Late morning lullaby
I would darken my window so I can fall asleep
While the critics frown down on the hours
I keep that leave me
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Your real world away
—Brandi Carlile, Late Morning Lullaby
March 13, 2008
And complacency's a curse
I'm going to dress up tonight
And I'll look real pretty for I don't know who
I'll find my own way around this great big city
And I'm gonna sit at a bar and I'll have a drink
I'll leave you to revel in your youthful yearnings
I know you like to visit them from time to time
And like a thief I steal the words you write to her
I take them to my heart and I wish them to be mine
But this is nothing new
But it ain't nothing
Well this is nothing new
But it ain't nothing
You long for sweetness
Does mine make you sickly
Or maybe I no longer have the sweetness you require
There's nothing sweet about a heart so embittered
It's ugly and it's cold and tonight it's out for hire
But it ain't nothing new
But this ain't nothing
Well this is nothing new
But it ain't nothing
We live through this day after day
And complacency's a curse
But you just can't escape it
And I've arrived at that place where my tolerance gave way
And I struggle to hold my head up high
But it ain't nothing new
Well this is nothing new
But it ain't nothing
—The Waifs, Nothing New
And I'll look real pretty for I don't know who
I'll find my own way around this great big city
And I'm gonna sit at a bar and I'll have a drink
I'll leave you to revel in your youthful yearnings
I know you like to visit them from time to time
And like a thief I steal the words you write to her
I take them to my heart and I wish them to be mine
But this is nothing new
But it ain't nothing
Well this is nothing new
But it ain't nothing
You long for sweetness
Does mine make you sickly
Or maybe I no longer have the sweetness you require
There's nothing sweet about a heart so embittered
It's ugly and it's cold and tonight it's out for hire
But it ain't nothing new
But this ain't nothing
Well this is nothing new
But it ain't nothing
We live through this day after day
And complacency's a curse
But you just can't escape it
And I've arrived at that place where my tolerance gave way
And I struggle to hold my head up high
But it ain't nothing new
Well this is nothing new
But it ain't nothing
—The Waifs, Nothing New
I believe in the kingdom come - Then all the colors will bleed into one
I have climbed highest mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well yes I'm still running
You broke the bonds and you
Loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believed it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for...
—U2 / I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I believe in the kingdom come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well yes I'm still running
You broke the bonds and you
Loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believed it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for...
—U2 / I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
Good morning.
My Mum sent me this article this morning, over email. Thought I might be interested.
What the hell?
Boyfriend: Woman Lived in Bathroom
Intriguing, no?
What the hell?
Boyfriend: Woman Lived in Bathroom
Intriguing, no?
March 12, 2008
Do these people really exist?
First off . . .
Says Glamour:
Glamour Fires Male Blogger After Readers ‘Pulverize’ Him
Says Douchebag:
Fired Glamour Blogger: "I've Never Claimed to be a Saint"
Douchebag's doomed blog post
Says Chick In Need of Bigger Jacktard Detector:
"What a Fucking Idiot"
Between reading all of THAT this morning and watching the first episodes of "The Real Housewives of New York" last night, I'm certain of the following:
People are fucking nuts.
Says Glamour:
Glamour Fires Male Blogger After Readers ‘Pulverize’ Him
Says Douchebag:
Fired Glamour Blogger: "I've Never Claimed to be a Saint"
Douchebag's doomed blog post
Says Chick In Need of Bigger Jacktard Detector:
"What a Fucking Idiot"
Between reading all of THAT this morning and watching the first episodes of "The Real Housewives of New York" last night, I'm certain of the following:
People are fucking nuts.
March 11, 2008
I'll switch albums soon. Don't worry.
I want to wake up and know where I'm going
Say I'm ready
Say I'm ready
I want to go where the rivers are overflowing and
I'll be ready
I'll be ready
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
If it's love flowin' freely
I'm ready
I'm ready
If the waters can redeem me
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I want to wake up
I want to know where I'm going
I want to go where the rivers are over-flowing
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I'm ready
I'm ready . . .
—Tracy Chapman, I'm Ready
Say I'm ready
Say I'm ready
I want to go where the rivers are overflowing and
I'll be ready
I'll be ready
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
If it's love flowin' freely
I'm ready
I'm ready
If the waters can redeem me
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I want to wake up
I want to know where I'm going
I want to go where the rivers are over-flowing
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me
I'm ready
I'm ready . . .
—Tracy Chapman, I'm Ready
March 10, 2008
It was just a smoldering fire I mistook for a blaze
I'd heard rumors and I'd heard talk
About the trail you'd left of broken hearts
About the sea of tears too wide to cross
But a little bad press has never scared me off
So I burned a path to figure out
How to get me some of what you got
I've got a red hot heart
If the talk is true your's is the same
And we should be together
And let our passions fan love's flame
When I looked for you I almost passed you by
You were so cool and calm
I thought my friends had lied
But I thought so much reserve must make you wild inside
It was there and then that I knew
I had to get some of what you got
I've got a red hot heart
If the talk is true your's is the same
And we should be together
And let our passions fan love's flame
I thought I'd won your heart when I held you hand in mine
I thought it was true love the way we complemented each other
But my right is your wrong
And when you're right then I'm left with nothing
Your light and your heat have all been spent
Leaving only smoke and ashes
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
I'm crying all the time
Salty stinging tears
And mourning for the past carbon-dated years
But knowing now for certain that you were always right
Because if a breeze could blow you out of my life
It's only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
I was blinded by devotion
My unwavering love for you
So blinded that I thought all your lies were true
But now I know for certain since you've gone away
It was just a smoldering fire I mistook for a blaze
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby, baby ...
—Tracy Chapman,Smoke And Ashes
About the trail you'd left of broken hearts
About the sea of tears too wide to cross
But a little bad press has never scared me off
So I burned a path to figure out
How to get me some of what you got
I've got a red hot heart
If the talk is true your's is the same
And we should be together
And let our passions fan love's flame
When I looked for you I almost passed you by
You were so cool and calm
I thought my friends had lied
But I thought so much reserve must make you wild inside
It was there and then that I knew
I had to get some of what you got
I've got a red hot heart
If the talk is true your's is the same
And we should be together
And let our passions fan love's flame
I thought I'd won your heart when I held you hand in mine
I thought it was true love the way we complemented each other
But my right is your wrong
And when you're right then I'm left with nothing
Your light and your heat have all been spent
Leaving only smoke and ashes
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
I'm crying all the time
Salty stinging tears
And mourning for the past carbon-dated years
But knowing now for certain that you were always right
Because if a breeze could blow you out of my life
It's only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
I was blinded by devotion
My unwavering love for you
So blinded that I thought all your lies were true
But now I know for certain since you've gone away
It was just a smoldering fire I mistook for a blaze
Only smoke and ashes baby
I've got a red hot heart
And your heart's as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby, baby ...
—Tracy Chapman,Smoke And Ashes
Bee-u-t-ful
I'm having a Tracy Chapman moment of late. Have always loved this song.
(Wish I could have found her playing it live instead of this lame-ass picture crap that everyone seems to be posting nowadays. Ah well. You gets the points.)
(Wish I could have found her playing it live instead of this lame-ass picture crap that everyone seems to be posting nowadays. Ah well. You gets the points.)
March 6, 2008
pretty.
I miss you so much, I can't stand it
Seems like my heart, is breaking in two
My head says no but my soul demands it
Everything I do, reminds me of you
I miss you so much, in this house full of shadows
While the rain keeps pouring down, my window too
When will the pain, recede to the darkness
From whence it has come, and I'm feeling so blue
Ain't goin' down, no more to the well
Sometimes it feels like, I'm going to hell
Sometimes I'm knocking, on your front door
But I don't have nothing, to sell no more
Seems like the spirit, is pushing me onwards
I'm able to see, where I tripped and went wrong
I'll just have to guess, where my soul will find comfort
And I miss you so much, when I'm singing my song
Ain't goin down, no more to the well
And sometimes it seems, I'm going to hell
You'll find me knocking, on your front door
But I don't have nothing, to sell no more
Seems like my spirit, is pushing me onwards
til I'm able to see where, I tripped when I went wrong
I'll just have to guess, where my soul will get comfort
I miss you so much, when I'm singing my song
I miss you so much, I can't stand it
Seems like my heart is breaking in two
My head says no, but my soul demands it
And everything I do, reminds me of you
Everything I do, reminds me of you
Everything I do, reminds me of you
— Van Morrison / Reminds Me of You
Seems like my heart, is breaking in two
My head says no but my soul demands it
Everything I do, reminds me of you
I miss you so much, in this house full of shadows
While the rain keeps pouring down, my window too
When will the pain, recede to the darkness
From whence it has come, and I'm feeling so blue
Ain't goin' down, no more to the well
Sometimes it feels like, I'm going to hell
Sometimes I'm knocking, on your front door
But I don't have nothing, to sell no more
Seems like the spirit, is pushing me onwards
I'm able to see, where I tripped and went wrong
I'll just have to guess, where my soul will find comfort
And I miss you so much, when I'm singing my song
Ain't goin down, no more to the well
And sometimes it seems, I'm going to hell
You'll find me knocking, on your front door
But I don't have nothing, to sell no more
Seems like my spirit, is pushing me onwards
til I'm able to see where, I tripped when I went wrong
I'll just have to guess, where my soul will get comfort
I miss you so much, when I'm singing my song
I miss you so much, I can't stand it
Seems like my heart is breaking in two
My head says no, but my soul demands it
And everything I do, reminds me of you
Everything I do, reminds me of you
Everything I do, reminds me of you
— Van Morrison / Reminds Me of You
March 5, 2008
Obsessed. With. Song.
Well I never won you over,
I just caught you on a good day...
We were laughing in the back
of an old city taxi,
with no mention of my borrowed time,
just the glow of the whiskey
and the holiday lights.
Well there's no need to name this,
because we're just going to call it a day...
so you can run out in the front yard
and wave goodbye to the plane...
But I remember the corner,
the bar and the moment
that I came un-tethered and fell,
into that scene from my favorite movie,
yeah you know the one...
Well, I'll tell you what,
I'll save you the trouble of running away.
yeah I'll tell you what,
I'll save you the trouble of running away,
yeah I'm already gone out the door
and I stole this moment for me,
this moment for me....
Well you're no kind of contrast
to all my somber ways,
we may as well have a picnic darlin'
out in the driving, pouring rain,
but I'll just carry on,
pretend that's just how I'm inclined.
So you better grab a hold of something,
steady, steady, 'cause I'm cutting the line...
But I remember your shoulder,
your breath and the moment,
that I came un-tethered and danced,
into that dream, the one where you kiss me
and then the camera flashed...
Well, I'll tell you what,
I'll save you the trouble of running away.
Yeah I'll tell you what,
I'll save you the trouble of running away,
yeah I'm already gone out the door
and I stole this moment for me,
this moment for me, this moment for me,
indelible and bright....
—Chris Pureka / Momentary Thief
I just caught you on a good day...
We were laughing in the back
of an old city taxi,
with no mention of my borrowed time,
just the glow of the whiskey
and the holiday lights.
Well there's no need to name this,
because we're just going to call it a day...
so you can run out in the front yard
and wave goodbye to the plane...
But I remember the corner,
the bar and the moment
that I came un-tethered and fell,
into that scene from my favorite movie,
yeah you know the one...
Well, I'll tell you what,
I'll save you the trouble of running away.
yeah I'll tell you what,
I'll save you the trouble of running away,
yeah I'm already gone out the door
and I stole this moment for me,
this moment for me....
Well you're no kind of contrast
to all my somber ways,
we may as well have a picnic darlin'
out in the driving, pouring rain,
but I'll just carry on,
pretend that's just how I'm inclined.
So you better grab a hold of something,
steady, steady, 'cause I'm cutting the line...
But I remember your shoulder,
your breath and the moment,
that I came un-tethered and danced,
into that dream, the one where you kiss me
and then the camera flashed...
Well, I'll tell you what,
I'll save you the trouble of running away.
Yeah I'll tell you what,
I'll save you the trouble of running away,
yeah I'm already gone out the door
and I stole this moment for me,
this moment for me, this moment for me,
indelible and bright....
—Chris Pureka / Momentary Thief
Love. This. Song.
I heard you sing a rebel song,
sung it loud and all alone.
We can't afford the things you save,
we can't afford the warranty.
I see you walking in the glare
down the county road we share.
Our southern blood, my heresy,
damn that ol' confederacy.
It took a long time to
become the thing I am to you.
And you won't tear it apart
without a fight, without a heart.
I'm sorry for what you have learned,
when you feel the tables turn.
To run so hard in your race,
now you find who set the pace.
The landed aristocracy
exploiting all your enmity.
All your daddies fought in vain,
leave you with the mark of Cain.
It took a long time to
become the thing I am to you.
And you won't tear it apart
without a fight, without a heart.
It took a long time to
become you, become you.
The center holds, so they say.
It never held too well for me.
I won't stop short for common ground
that vilifies the trodden down.
The center held the bonded slave
for the sake of industry.
The center held the bloody hand
of the executioner man.
It took a long time to
become the thing I am to you.
And you won't tear it apart
without a fight, without a heart.
It took a long time to
become you, become you.
—Indigo Girls / Become You
March 4, 2008
Words dry up and fly away with the passing of the days
Run away to the seashore it doesn't matter anymore
Doesn't matter anymore
Words dry up and fly away with the passing of the days
Eventually you just let the stone fall
I dreamed that I saw you you were down at the corner store
You were looking through magazines and you flew out the door
I was trying to wave to you but you wouldn't wave back
Now you know I understand you're with me only in the past
Only in the past
My palms are not open they're closed they're closed
My palms are not open they're closed they're closed
I dreamed that I saw you you were down at the corner store
You were looking through magazines and you flew out the door
I was trying to wave to you but you wouldn't wave back
Now you know I understand you're with me only in the past
Only in the past
Colors streak the sky we laugh and we cry
And we dance in the cool grass with the fireflies
And we dance in the cool grass sunset birds
Sweet sweet music swallow our words
You set sail and you left this town
Run away, run away, you're so far from me now
So far from me now
I dreamed that I saw you you were down at the corner store
You were looking through magazines and you flew out the door
I was trying to wave to you but you wouldn't wave back
Now you know I understand you're with me only in the past
Only in the past
—The Be Good Tanyas / Only in the Past
Will these peeps never learn?
I suppose it's time to scrap my memoir about growing up in a wholesome, suburban neighborhood with my two sisters and loving parents . . . or . . . wait . . .
Gang Memoir, Turning Page, Is Pure Fiction
Gang Memoir, Turning Page, Is Pure Fiction
March 3, 2008
The next one.
The latest CD ordered: Alabama Chicken / Sean Hayes. I've been meaning to get this one for quite some time. (Sarah: check out the help on harmonies and violin.)
Considering the amount of jigging around that I do when ALABAMA CHICKEN comes on Pandora, I'm guessing I'll be happy with the album. He's been around for quite the while but I'm a new fan. Test out his stuff, you won't be disappointed: SeanHayesMusic.com. (Check out the "listen" section.)
Considering the amount of jigging around that I do when ALABAMA CHICKEN comes on Pandora, I'm guessing I'll be happy with the album. He's been around for quite the while but I'm a new fan. Test out his stuff, you won't be disappointed: SeanHayesMusic.com. (Check out the "listen" section.)
March 1, 2008
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