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Thursday, 20 August 2009

  • Dry your eyes

    So here it is. I got bored and did something with it. I give it a solid B. Haha, didn’t put too much effort into it.

    Wake up, Wake up, dust yourself off
    Wipe the sleep from your eyes and straighten your hair
    Put on another smile to hide your fear
    A crooked one, at best
    It’s all you’ll manage
    But you’ll wear it just the same

    Now wipe your blue eyes
    Your pretty little blue eyes
    That sparkled in the sunlight like the rain

    You thought he looked your way once
    He must have seen you
    It must have been real
    But darling, he never stopped looking
    You just forgot to look back
    There’s more to life than you know, dear

    So wipe your blue eyes
    Your pretty little blue eyes
    That sparkled in the sunlight like the rain

    Sometimes, some nights
    You’d swear you heard him in the wind
    At times, alone, you feel he’s there with you
    And though you pretend you imagined it all
    It was all more real than anything else
    His voice when everything falls away

    So wipe your blue eyes
    Your pretty little blue eyes
    That sparkled in the sunlight like the rain

    You took what was never yours
    Trading a promise for a comfortable lie
    That turned and left you lost and broken
    You want freedom? You cry for peace?
    Take my hand, let it go
    Turn around and let me

    Wipe your blue eyes
    Your pretty little blue eyes
    That sparkled in the sunlight like the rain

    I’ll dry your eyes
    Your pretty little blue eyes
    That sparkle in the sunlight like the rain

Sunday, 09 August 2009

  • Carousels

    You should listen to this song. It's one of my favorites, I believe.

    Carousels -- mewithoutYou

    On a bus ride into town, I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?"
    As I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought, "Why do I look around?"
    And I kissed the filthy ground...the first dry spot I found...
    I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down.

    Before long I was too cold...took a bus back to the station,
    I found a letter left by a pay phone with no return contact
    And it read like a horn blown by some sad angel,
    "Bunny, it was me...it was me who let you down"
    It was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation.

    But if I didn't have You as my guide, I'd still wander lost in Sinai,
    Counting the plates of cars from out-of-state,
    How I could jump in their path as they hurry along!
    And You surround me, You're pretty but You're all I can see
    Like a thick fog...
    If there was no way into God,
    I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long.

    And St. Cyril's fair always came through the first week of September
    But it's already the 19th...and there's no sign of it...
    Yet I have a hard time remembering all the things I should remember
    And a hard time forgetting all the things that I was supposed to forget.
    And, Christ, when You're ready to come back,
    Then I think I'm ready for You to come back;
    But if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are,
    That's okay, too...it's, it's really none of my business.

    And if I didn't have You as my guide, I'd still wander lost in Sinai
    Or down by the tracks watching trains go by
    To remind me: there are places that aren't here.
    And I had a well but all the water left,
    So I'll go ask Your forgiveness with every breath,
    And if there was no way into God,
    I would never have laid in this grave of a body...so long, dear.
    Currently
    Catch for Us the Foxes
    By mewithoutYou
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Friday, 17 July 2009

  • melankadonk.

    Melancholy day, melancholy night. In a good way, if you know what I mean. Listening to a makeshift playlist of Mat Kearney, The Weepies, Owl City, Death Cab for Cutie, Keane, and some others. I want to move, I think. Cali somewhere or Chicago or NYC. I need an outlet to express my creativity and Kentucky doesn't seem to really provide that. But who knows what will happen. We shall see. Called several old friends today. Many of them didn't recognize my phone number. It was... alright. They were all doing well, it seems. Good to hear.

    Well, I must go to bed. It's late, I'm tired, it is time to go.
    Peace.
    "What’ll it take to prove our decision’s wrong?
    Will we fall?
    Alone in ourselves there nothing but chaos, fear
    End it here
    ‘til we concede to drink from the endless
    The desert we find ourselves in is hopeless
    ‘til we submit and let go the control
    We will always be alone...
    No longer seeming so, shattered, broken, all alone
    Who do I belong to?
    Not earth
    Not world
    Not evil
    Not mortals
    Not wretches
    Not horrors
    Who do I belong to?
    Unchanging
    Unbreaking
    Unfailing
    Creator
    Immortal
    Eternal"

    -Project 86

Thursday, 16 July 2009

Sunday, 12 July 2009