And here's the deal about me.

I feel for her: Exposed. Kinda.

So, wait, writing about your personal life online can have a negative affect on your life? I've never heard of this happening before. Perhaps not starting one blog after another, revealing personal information about yourself and your relationships? Just a thought . . .

I know, write a New York Times Magazine article about how negative it all is. It'll help. It'll turn the tide. Really.

(Gawker commentators are already having a fucking field day . . . losers.)

It could be more if she learned to never expect

She was the girl with the string around her neck,
With the boy who could only give her less.
It could be more if she learned to never expect,
And now she's her and him and then a baby next.

The wedding bells won't ring, but she couldn't care less,
You exist, when you're living in a dream world.

He grew up drinking milk from the cow, from the farm.
He was the traitor's father's father's father.
His father made him go give back to his country.
He gave his both knees, his overseas to fight the disease.

It's spreading fast over maps and it don't look back,
When you're living in a dream world.

It is a lion's science fiction wings,
Just like a jolly dizzy for zero, one, three times
The size of the people that came before.

Me and you and what we'd do for money.
This greed and jealousy turn to need.
See, I'm a man with a plan to use my hands.
I'm touching yours, you're the girl who wanted more.
Now baby, the story has faded from love to lie.

The clover under your feet is shooting stars in the night.
The people under your feet are shooting stars in the night.
The people, all that you meet, they're living in a dream world.

—Rilo Kiley, Dreamworld

Shitty video capture but the performance is good:

God BLESS you!

You spend half your life trying to turn the other half around

Copper on the corner and he loaded two rounds
And I can't even get inside to talk you down
Peter, sweet baby, where'd you get that gun?
You spend half your life trying to turn the other half around

And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Your face is all over six o'clock news
They cleared the street and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

Did you lose your head when the farm went down?
Was is when your daddy died after he moved to town
And I know your momma calls you good for nothing
She says her baby is a failer and she don't want you calling

Peter, sweet baby, there's something I need to say to you
Gonna have your baby this coming June
We could get a little place down by Gilmour park
You could do a little time and save my broken heart

And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Copper when ahead and he just shot you through
Now you're lying dead on the avenue
And I can't feel my broken heart

—Kathleen Edwards / Six O'Clock News

You will shelter me, my love. And I will shelter you.

I guess you don't need it
I guess you don't want me to repeat it
But everything I have to give I'll give to you
It's not like we planned it
You tried to stay, but you could not stand it
To see me shut down slow
as though it was an easy thing to do
Listen when
All of this around us'll fall over
I tell you what we're gonna do
You will shelter me my love
And I will shelter you
I will shelter you
I left you heartbroken, but not until those very words were spoken
Has anybody ever made such a fool out of you
It's hard to believe it
Even as my eyes do see it
The very things that make you live are killing you
Listen when all of this around us'll fall over
I tell you what we're gonna do
You will shelter me my love
I will shelter you
Listen when
All of this around us'll fall over
I tell you what we're gonna do
Hey you will shelter me my love
I will shelter you
If you shelter me too
I will shelter you
I will shelter you

—Ray Lamontagne / Shelter

(Good God, this is a beautiful song. And a REALLY great version, no?(

Also excellent:

When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see that you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you in my arms forever

When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
It's my worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
Love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold forever

—Ray Lamontagne / Hold You In My Arms

I'm not depressed.

. . . just in case that's what you were thinking after that last song posting. I just really, really don't want to go to the gym.

But I must because I'm starting to think the reps I've been doing with my wine glass aren't enough.

she will betray All that she loves

In the Lush Virginia hills
they kept her as long as they could
Cause they knew when the white brother found
white shell Beads wrapped around her
skin - a life giving river - Her body open
as will his hand
And with a "goodbye" there she goes

she may Betray
All that she loves
and even wait for
their Savior to come
And in some things,
maybe he'll be right
But as always
The thing that he Loves
he will change from her
sunwise to clockwise
to soul trading
still she'll lay down her Body
covering him all the same

so Hundreds of years go by
(the Red Road carved up by Sharp Knife)
She's a girl out working her Trade
and she loses a little each day
to ghetto pimps and presidents
who try and arouse her turquoise serpents
She can't recall what they represent
and when you ask, she won't know

she will Betray
All that she loves
and even wait for
their Savior to come
And in some things,
maybe he'll be right
But as always
The thing that he Loves
he will change from her
sunwise to clockwise
to soul trading
still she'll lay down her Body
covering him all the same

oh Virginia do you remember
when the Land held your hand
oh Virginia she will let you back in
oh Virginia you can't remember your name

—Tori Amos / Virginia

Eventually you just let the stone fall

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.
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.
Only in the past.
Only in the past.

Colours 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,
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.
Only in the past.
Only in the past.

—Be Good Tanyas / Only in the Past

Wow, that blows.

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