FYI

I fucking hate parades.

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

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

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

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

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?

Rosebush Inside (Morees Bickham) / Sean Hayes

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE-PIE!

Love, Dodo

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.

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

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

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.)

What an effing train wreck.

SXSWi '08: Liveblogging the Failed Interview of Facebook Founder Mark Zuckerberg

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

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

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

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

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.)

Holy Funny, Batman