Monday, February 25, 2008
No matter how big your dreams are...
I saw The Frames (Glen Hansard's band) play when I was in Ireland and albeit they are a big band over there now...but they started out as so many of my friends: just sitting in bars, singing, working odd jobs, knowing they have a gift and a talent and it must be shared. so, here's to you, my indie friends. Dream big and you too can and will succeed!
Oh, and the movie Once is amazing. If you don't want to rent it, I own it and would be glad to loan it to you.
I also saw Damien Rice just playing in bars, drunk, and still being amazing...and he's got a huge American following now. Let's just keep the faith and pray that if our talent and art are meant to be realized, they will. Our dedication will be rewarded.
Monday, February 18, 2008
it's deep, I can't help it.
13.february.2008
Today is a day of revelations. Not all of them are monumental, but they certainly all click. I sit here in my cube pondering life’s immediate mysteries: what am I to do with my life? What am I truly passionate about? Is it going to snow tonight? How do the people I hold so dear and ever-so-slightly on a pedestal think of me while they’re riding down the road?
And I’ve come to these conclusions:
a) I love actual printed photographs and I won’t again wait over a year to get them printed.
b) I really enjoyed and relished in shopping for a college friend’s baby shower today. She and I were never truly close, but we’ve had our electric moments of hatred and love and we've tried to keep up during the post-collegiate years. I really wish the best for her and her baby. I started to think if I were in that situation, being a twenty-something rapidly approaching motherhood as a single woman and I don't know how I'd do it. But that's certainly not to say it can't be done and I wish her the best. And the gadgetry surrounding baby-dom is mind-boggling and quite disorienting. But I had fun nonetheless and hopefully I can be included in her circle to call if she ever needs anything. I am briskly finding my home in the thought life that we all need each other. Friends, true heart companions, are a family that is as strong, if not stronger, than blood ties. And I totally know I sound like a Hallmark commercial there, but I mean it.
And speaking of cheesy commercials, has anyone seen that Publix commercial with the young woman teaching kids how to make cupcakes and they then conspire to spell out on the cupcakes that she should look outside and there's a guy out there with flowers and a jewelry box? I mean seriously, I've never wanted to buy Publix eggs and go back to elementary school more in my life. Ok, back to friendship.
There are friends you make that last for a lifetime, and some for only a little bit. But don't lessen the short-lived ones or pass them off as not being as meaningful. I recently went through a friend break-up of sorts and I can honestly say, I wouldn't take back those years for anything. And I certainly wouldn't take back the year's (ok, more than a year) anguish that that break-up caused. It taught me a lot and perhaps that's what the whole friendship was about: taking each other through that crazy, amazing, scary, life-basis known as high school; growing in different directions yet still being family to each other; introducing them to their future spouse and realizing that's the end of things. And being able to walk out of that saying, "Man, I am blessed for having that relationship in my life, no matter the duration."
c) I think Valentine's Day is a crock and hope to never succumb to it. I think every day is a good day for flowers, a card declaring our love (eros, philos, or agape) and confections. Well, unless succumbing means I'll be getting another Britney Spears Valentine taped to my college dorm room door with my name spelled wrong on it. Because that Valentine meant the world to me :). I went to Target for the aforementioned baby shower today and the panicked look on the throng of men's faces in front of the V-card section had me baffled about what kind of lovers they were going home to that could incite such fear in their eyes that if they didn't pick the right card, their Lover Card would be revoked and they'd be back on match.com trolling for a date on Saturday night.
d) Speaking of match.com...it's a hoot. You certainly learn a lot about people by what photo they choose to post, what they choose to focus on in the "about me" section and just how sleazy so many people (ok, I'm talking about men--at least the men I've come into contact with there) in our society are, thinking they are the catch o' the town, when really they are sitting in Mom's basement in their underwear watching old episodes of Quantum Leap, obsessively checking to see if the Heidi Klum's of Atlanta have winked at them in the last five minutes. I am by no means a man-hater---but at what point do average-looking, average-acting, average-being Joe's decide that even though they are average, only the supermodel on the street, Martha Stewart in the kitchen, Madonna in the bedroom, and Mary Poppins in the nursery (thanks Millionaire Matchmaker) girls are good enough for them? I realize it's good to have high ideals, but I've run across some serious delusionals--and I have a real problem with the guy that is admittedly 350 pounds (and not the kind of 350 pounds from Strong Man competitions, more like Role Playing Conventions) putting on his profile that he'll only date the body type of "slender" and "toned and athletic."
e) I accepted a position today to be the leader in an event (I can't divulge here b/c it hasn't been made public yet) that has truly changed my life. I don't know how it's going to work out with my current job situation...but are my jobs going to be there for me when I need them? When I need someone to talk to or lean on? When I get old and need someone to hold my hand and listen to my non-sensical stories only old people can tell? No. So we make sacrifices for the things that matter in this life because those are the things that matter. And I'm excited to show this community what it means to be a young Christian adult and what The Church looks like to us.
and for my last conclusion I'll say this:
f) I'm meant to work with music. Today I was iChatting with my musician friend Jon Black. Because I rarely get to see him, he's a welcome diversion to my day-to-day craziness here at the Day Job and I really enjoy what he has to say seeing that as he's a Christian committed to follow his call to be a musician. Now, I must clarify: I have a passion for independent musicians. I especially have a passion for musicians in the "mainstream" read "not Christian" music. You can believe in Jesus and sing about life and hope and the world around you without it being prayer-and-praise and fit for the local Christian radio station. I'm of course not knocking prayer and praise music. I own a lot of it and I really enjoy it. But anyway, back to my point: I would MUCH rather go into clubs that seat 27 (well, because Fat Ralph broke the 28th stool) and listen to someone who's got passion and talent in abundance and haven't yet sold their souls for the Grass Is Greener Recording Contract than hit a big packed stadium where the merch stands don't have heart, people talk through the artist's set and there are more pyrotechnics than actual talent. And at some point, you just can't dance, run around, be THAT sexy and still produce a quality sound. Anyways, back to Jon. The other day he said something I've been pondering over for a while. I'll be honest. I saved the conversation because it really did mean that much. We were talking about life-changing songs and he stated that there have been two Radiohead songs that have made him cry (Fake Plastic Trees because of a life context and Let Down out of sheer beauty in case you were wondering :)). I then made the statement that even though I'm not a musician, not by a long shot, I have definitely made it through many a life lesson with the help and direction of some powerful songs. And then I made the statement that I guess most people can make that same claim. Here's how he responded:
jon: I'd like to agree with "most" people but I don't know if "most" is right.
jon: I think most of our friends have
jon: but I don't know if a majority of the population has ever heard a song that just ripped them apart.
jon: you know.
jon: ?
anna: How sad.
jon: I assume that a lot but when I talk to people about music and songs and the art form I feel sometimes like I'm talking to myself.
anna: you know, you're right.
anna: People don't understand why I'm so passionate about it. Or why at any given free moment I want to be at Eddie's or Smith's or the 10 High--most think it's a social thing, and part of it is. But mostly it's because my life is genuinely changed by songwriters and their craft.
jon: I've been thinking about this lately in relation to everyone's feelings on the dying business model of the record industry.
jon: When I think of the music that's out there and the music that's popular I feel confirmed in my thoughts that not everyone cares like we do.
jon: if they did, they wouldn't listen to the garbage they do.
anna: a la nickelback
jon: exactly
jon: they're selling tons of records but why?
anna: exactly. or how AMAZING the jennifer nettles band was...and how NOT amazing sugarland is.
jon: my elitist first thought is that they're the lowest common denominator and that number is much larger than where we sit.
jon: exactly.
jon: I mean, Sugar Land, in their defense, is much more intelligent that 90% of popular country music.
anna: fair enough. yes.
jon: but I agree - they're stuff isn't really life changing.
jon: the small samples of pain in their songs are glossy and made to seem not that heavy. However, if you ever listen to a Steve Earle song about pain or loneliness you feel it in your gut.
so, below I post the song lyrics to songs that have made me evaluate my life lately. they have made me cry out of sheer parallels to my life or because they are just plain sad and powerful.
jon and jason (of rebuilt records) have both prompted me to respond to deep longings within me the past couple of months, weeks, days...
[broken places:jon black:goodbye golden age (not yet released)]
Lately I feel a lot like giving up
This road that I’m on is filled with twists and bumps
Questions and some coffee
Tears on a midnight drive
Well, it’s hard to have hope when you don’t feel alive
Yeah, it’s hard to have hope when you don’t feel alive
And all these broken places where you find me
On my knees begging for your mercy
I’m an orphan on God’s highway
Gillian, sing me a song
Yeah, sing me a song
My hands are on the wheel
My mind it wanders free
Time with the world is not too big to see
Traffic signs and truck stops
A wanderers paradise
Yeah, I guess we all have something to find
Yeah, I guess we all have something to find
And all these broken places where you find me
On my knees begging for your mercy
I’m an orphan on God’s highway
Gillian, sing me a song
Yeah, sing me a song
[gillian is gillian welch. she'll rip your heart out and you'll thank her for it.]
[questions: jason harwell:the broken headphones EP]
In the daylight I've been running myself into the ground as if there is some honor in wearing myself out
Always weary for the future and praying for the faith that could move this foolish mountain and calm an angry wave
My father told me "Son, there is both in every man
the measure of his goodness is the measure of the bad."
The thought begins to linger in my point of view,
I'd like to think I've played the angel, but I've been the devil too.
You will meet me in the heavens if I grow the wings
You will meet me in the depths if that is where I choose to sleep
You have seen what lives inside me, you know my nervous thoughts
My heart is full of questions, will the answers ever come?
Will I ever grow the wings?
Would you meet me in the depths where I choose to stay?
Will I ever grow the wings?
Would you meet me in the depths where I choose to sleep?
Will I grow the wings?
Would you meet me in the depths where I choose to sleep?
the everybodyfields are this mixture of country and bluegrass and their voices mix together for this soul-punching reality of how sometimes nothing IS okay and things suck and you cry.
[lonely anywhere:the everybodyfields:nothing is okay]
I'm sorry
You're angry
Good night and good bye
But we need to
Keep looking into each other's eyes
Even though it hurts to see the ones you love but can't help despise
Start writing
Make a list of your plans for the year
And send me a little note in the mail
When my name appears
On your list of things to do
If you ever can see past you
I'll keep some days clear
And I can be lonely here
Yes, I can be lonely anywhere
And I can be lonely here
And I can be
Lonely
I walk in
You walk out
Of the rooms
Everywhere
I'm talking
You're looking through me
With a blank stare
And I
Can't help but ask
If today would be my last
Would you care?
And I can be lonely here
I can be lonely anywhere
Yes I can be lonely here
And I can be
Lonely
I met downhere at a music festival in maine the summer before I left for Ireland. That fall my grandmother passed away (we were extremely close) and I couldn't come home for the funeral. that was one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with: being stuck in a country that wasn't home while one of the dearest people in my life was being buried three thousand miles away. this song, to this day 6 years later, still makes me cry -- cry for myself and cry out to God.
[calmer of the storm:downhere:downhere]
When everything is wrong
The day has passed and nothing's done
When the whole world seems against me
When I'm rolling in my bed
There's a storm in my head
I'm afraid of sinking in despair
Teach me Lord to have faith in what you're bringing me
Will change my life and bring you glory
There on the storm I am learning
To let go of the will I so long to control
There may I be in your arms eternally
I thank you Lord, you are the calmer of the storm
You rebuke the winds and the waves
Once again I am amazed
The power of your will
Cause I am a child of little faith
I feel the wind and forget your grace
and You say Peace, Be Still
Teach me Lord to have faith in what you're bringing me
Will change my life and bring you glory
There on the storm I am learning to let go
Of the will that I so long to control
There may I be in your arms eternally
I thank you Lord, you are the calmer of the storm
Oh when the torment blows
The middle of the sea
May I never trust
Never trust in me
There in your arms I find
No tragedy
There on the storm I am learning to let go
The white waves high
it's crashing o'er the deck
and I don't know where to go
Where are you Lord?
Is this ship going down?
The mast is gone so throw the anchor
Should I jump and try to swim to land?
There on the storm teach me God to understand
Of you will that I just cannot control
There may I see all your love protecting me
I thank you Lord, you are the calmer of the storm
I love the band The Frames. so when I heard Glen Hansard was in a movie, playing a songman, well, I had to see it, then own it, then buy the soundtrack. the utterly raw emotion in his voice during this song could make even the hardest of hearts droop.
[leave:glen hansard and marketa irglova of The Swell Season:music from the motion picture Once]
"I can't wait forever," is all that you said before you stood up
You won't disappoint me, I can do that myself
But I'm glad that you've come
Now if you don't mind leave, leave
Free yourself at the same time leave, leave
I don't understand, you've already gone
I hope you feel better now that it's out
What took you so long?
And the truth has the habit of falling out of your mouth,
Well now that it's come
If you don't mind, leave leave
And please yourself at the same time
Leave, leave
Let go of my hand
You said what you came to now
Leave, leave let go of my hand
You said what you have to
Now leave, leave
Oh oh leave
Leave
Let go of my hand, you said what you have'ta
Now leave, leave
La da da da oh oh oh
La da-aah da
Oh
Go
Go
so that concludes what I have to say for today in this, the new home for my blogs. I just got tired of copying-and-pasting from my myspace blog to email for those that don't "do" myspace. so here you go. I'll probably archive some of my older blogs from myspace b/c I think they're amusing.
Today is a day of revelations. Not all of them are monumental, but they certainly all click. I sit here in my cube pondering life’s immediate mysteries: what am I to do with my life? What am I truly passionate about? Is it going to snow tonight? How do the people I hold so dear and ever-so-slightly on a pedestal think of me while they’re riding down the road?
And I’ve come to these conclusions:
a) I love actual printed photographs and I won’t again wait over a year to get them printed.
b) I really enjoyed and relished in shopping for a college friend’s baby shower today. She and I were never truly close, but we’ve had our electric moments of hatred and love and we've tried to keep up during the post-collegiate years. I really wish the best for her and her baby. I started to think if I were in that situation, being a twenty-something rapidly approaching motherhood as a single woman and I don't know how I'd do it. But that's certainly not to say it can't be done and I wish her the best. And the gadgetry surrounding baby-dom is mind-boggling and quite disorienting. But I had fun nonetheless and hopefully I can be included in her circle to call if she ever needs anything. I am briskly finding my home in the thought life that we all need each other. Friends, true heart companions, are a family that is as strong, if not stronger, than blood ties. And I totally know I sound like a Hallmark commercial there, but I mean it.
And speaking of cheesy commercials, has anyone seen that Publix commercial with the young woman teaching kids how to make cupcakes and they then conspire to spell out on the cupcakes that she should look outside and there's a guy out there with flowers and a jewelry box? I mean seriously, I've never wanted to buy Publix eggs and go back to elementary school more in my life. Ok, back to friendship.
There are friends you make that last for a lifetime, and some for only a little bit. But don't lessen the short-lived ones or pass them off as not being as meaningful. I recently went through a friend break-up of sorts and I can honestly say, I wouldn't take back those years for anything. And I certainly wouldn't take back the year's (ok, more than a year) anguish that that break-up caused. It taught me a lot and perhaps that's what the whole friendship was about: taking each other through that crazy, amazing, scary, life-basis known as high school; growing in different directions yet still being family to each other; introducing them to their future spouse and realizing that's the end of things. And being able to walk out of that saying, "Man, I am blessed for having that relationship in my life, no matter the duration."
c) I think Valentine's Day is a crock and hope to never succumb to it. I think every day is a good day for flowers, a card declaring our love (eros, philos, or agape) and confections. Well, unless succumbing means I'll be getting another Britney Spears Valentine taped to my college dorm room door with my name spelled wrong on it. Because that Valentine meant the world to me :). I went to Target for the aforementioned baby shower today and the panicked look on the throng of men's faces in front of the V-card section had me baffled about what kind of lovers they were going home to that could incite such fear in their eyes that if they didn't pick the right card, their Lover Card would be revoked and they'd be back on match.com trolling for a date on Saturday night.
d) Speaking of match.com...it's a hoot. You certainly learn a lot about people by what photo they choose to post, what they choose to focus on in the "about me" section and just how sleazy so many people (ok, I'm talking about men--at least the men I've come into contact with there) in our society are, thinking they are the catch o' the town, when really they are sitting in Mom's basement in their underwear watching old episodes of Quantum Leap, obsessively checking to see if the Heidi Klum's of Atlanta have winked at them in the last five minutes. I am by no means a man-hater---but at what point do average-looking, average-acting, average-being Joe's decide that even though they are average, only the supermodel on the street, Martha Stewart in the kitchen, Madonna in the bedroom, and Mary Poppins in the nursery (thanks Millionaire Matchmaker) girls are good enough for them? I realize it's good to have high ideals, but I've run across some serious delusionals--and I have a real problem with the guy that is admittedly 350 pounds (and not the kind of 350 pounds from Strong Man competitions, more like Role Playing Conventions) putting on his profile that he'll only date the body type of "slender" and "toned and athletic."
e) I accepted a position today to be the leader in an event (I can't divulge here b/c it hasn't been made public yet) that has truly changed my life. I don't know how it's going to work out with my current job situation...but are my jobs going to be there for me when I need them? When I need someone to talk to or lean on? When I get old and need someone to hold my hand and listen to my non-sensical stories only old people can tell? No. So we make sacrifices for the things that matter in this life because those are the things that matter. And I'm excited to show this community what it means to be a young Christian adult and what The Church looks like to us.
and for my last conclusion I'll say this:
f) I'm meant to work with music. Today I was iChatting with my musician friend Jon Black. Because I rarely get to see him, he's a welcome diversion to my day-to-day craziness here at the Day Job and I really enjoy what he has to say seeing that as he's a Christian committed to follow his call to be a musician. Now, I must clarify: I have a passion for independent musicians. I especially have a passion for musicians in the "mainstream" read "not Christian" music. You can believe in Jesus and sing about life and hope and the world around you without it being prayer-and-praise and fit for the local Christian radio station. I'm of course not knocking prayer and praise music. I own a lot of it and I really enjoy it. But anyway, back to my point: I would MUCH rather go into clubs that seat 27 (well, because Fat Ralph broke the 28th stool) and listen to someone who's got passion and talent in abundance and haven't yet sold their souls for the Grass Is Greener Recording Contract than hit a big packed stadium where the merch stands don't have heart, people talk through the artist's set and there are more pyrotechnics than actual talent. And at some point, you just can't dance, run around, be THAT sexy and still produce a quality sound. Anyways, back to Jon. The other day he said something I've been pondering over for a while. I'll be honest. I saved the conversation because it really did mean that much. We were talking about life-changing songs and he stated that there have been two Radiohead songs that have made him cry (Fake Plastic Trees because of a life context and Let Down out of sheer beauty in case you were wondering :)). I then made the statement that even though I'm not a musician, not by a long shot, I have definitely made it through many a life lesson with the help and direction of some powerful songs. And then I made the statement that I guess most people can make that same claim. Here's how he responded:
jon: I'd like to agree with "most" people but I don't know if "most" is right.
jon: I think most of our friends have
jon: but I don't know if a majority of the population has ever heard a song that just ripped them apart.
jon: you know.
jon: ?
anna: How sad.
jon: I assume that a lot but when I talk to people about music and songs and the art form I feel sometimes like I'm talking to myself.
anna: you know, you're right.
anna: People don't understand why I'm so passionate about it. Or why at any given free moment I want to be at Eddie's or Smith's or the 10 High--most think it's a social thing, and part of it is. But mostly it's because my life is genuinely changed by songwriters and their craft.
jon: I've been thinking about this lately in relation to everyone's feelings on the dying business model of the record industry.
jon: When I think of the music that's out there and the music that's popular I feel confirmed in my thoughts that not everyone cares like we do.
jon: if they did, they wouldn't listen to the garbage they do.
anna: a la nickelback
jon: exactly
jon: they're selling tons of records but why?
anna: exactly. or how AMAZING the jennifer nettles band was...and how NOT amazing sugarland is.
jon: my elitist first thought is that they're the lowest common denominator and that number is much larger than where we sit.
jon: exactly.
jon: I mean, Sugar Land, in their defense, is much more intelligent that 90% of popular country music.
anna: fair enough. yes.
jon: but I agree - they're stuff isn't really life changing.
jon: the small samples of pain in their songs are glossy and made to seem not that heavy. However, if you ever listen to a Steve Earle song about pain or loneliness you feel it in your gut.
so, below I post the song lyrics to songs that have made me evaluate my life lately. they have made me cry out of sheer parallels to my life or because they are just plain sad and powerful.
jon and jason (of rebuilt records) have both prompted me to respond to deep longings within me the past couple of months, weeks, days...
[broken places:jon black:goodbye golden age (not yet released)]
Lately I feel a lot like giving up
This road that I’m on is filled with twists and bumps
Questions and some coffee
Tears on a midnight drive
Well, it’s hard to have hope when you don’t feel alive
Yeah, it’s hard to have hope when you don’t feel alive
And all these broken places where you find me
On my knees begging for your mercy
I’m an orphan on God’s highway
Gillian, sing me a song
Yeah, sing me a song
My hands are on the wheel
My mind it wanders free
Time with the world is not too big to see
Traffic signs and truck stops
A wanderers paradise
Yeah, I guess we all have something to find
Yeah, I guess we all have something to find
And all these broken places where you find me
On my knees begging for your mercy
I’m an orphan on God’s highway
Gillian, sing me a song
Yeah, sing me a song
[gillian is gillian welch. she'll rip your heart out and you'll thank her for it.]
[questions: jason harwell:the broken headphones EP]
In the daylight I've been running myself into the ground as if there is some honor in wearing myself out
Always weary for the future and praying for the faith that could move this foolish mountain and calm an angry wave
My father told me "Son, there is both in every man
the measure of his goodness is the measure of the bad."
The thought begins to linger in my point of view,
I'd like to think I've played the angel, but I've been the devil too.
You will meet me in the heavens if I grow the wings
You will meet me in the depths if that is where I choose to sleep
You have seen what lives inside me, you know my nervous thoughts
My heart is full of questions, will the answers ever come?
Will I ever grow the wings?
Would you meet me in the depths where I choose to stay?
Will I ever grow the wings?
Would you meet me in the depths where I choose to sleep?
Will I grow the wings?
Would you meet me in the depths where I choose to sleep?
the everybodyfields are this mixture of country and bluegrass and their voices mix together for this soul-punching reality of how sometimes nothing IS okay and things suck and you cry.
[lonely anywhere:the everybodyfields:nothing is okay]
I'm sorry
You're angry
Good night and good bye
But we need to
Keep looking into each other's eyes
Even though it hurts to see the ones you love but can't help despise
Start writing
Make a list of your plans for the year
And send me a little note in the mail
When my name appears
On your list of things to do
If you ever can see past you
I'll keep some days clear
And I can be lonely here
Yes, I can be lonely anywhere
And I can be lonely here
And I can be
Lonely
I walk in
You walk out
Of the rooms
Everywhere
I'm talking
You're looking through me
With a blank stare
And I
Can't help but ask
If today would be my last
Would you care?
And I can be lonely here
I can be lonely anywhere
Yes I can be lonely here
And I can be
Lonely
I met downhere at a music festival in maine the summer before I left for Ireland. That fall my grandmother passed away (we were extremely close) and I couldn't come home for the funeral. that was one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with: being stuck in a country that wasn't home while one of the dearest people in my life was being buried three thousand miles away. this song, to this day 6 years later, still makes me cry -- cry for myself and cry out to God.
[calmer of the storm:downhere:downhere]
When everything is wrong
The day has passed and nothing's done
When the whole world seems against me
When I'm rolling in my bed
There's a storm in my head
I'm afraid of sinking in despair
Teach me Lord to have faith in what you're bringing me
Will change my life and bring you glory
There on the storm I am learning
To let go of the will I so long to control
There may I be in your arms eternally
I thank you Lord, you are the calmer of the storm
You rebuke the winds and the waves
Once again I am amazed
The power of your will
Cause I am a child of little faith
I feel the wind and forget your grace
and You say Peace, Be Still
Teach me Lord to have faith in what you're bringing me
Will change my life and bring you glory
There on the storm I am learning to let go
Of the will that I so long to control
There may I be in your arms eternally
I thank you Lord, you are the calmer of the storm
Oh when the torment blows
The middle of the sea
May I never trust
Never trust in me
There in your arms I find
No tragedy
There on the storm I am learning to let go
The white waves high
it's crashing o'er the deck
and I don't know where to go
Where are you Lord?
Is this ship going down?
The mast is gone so throw the anchor
Should I jump and try to swim to land?
There on the storm teach me God to understand
Of you will that I just cannot control
There may I see all your love protecting me
I thank you Lord, you are the calmer of the storm
I love the band The Frames. so when I heard Glen Hansard was in a movie, playing a songman, well, I had to see it, then own it, then buy the soundtrack. the utterly raw emotion in his voice during this song could make even the hardest of hearts droop.
[leave:glen hansard and marketa irglova of The Swell Season:music from the motion picture Once]
"I can't wait forever," is all that you said before you stood up
You won't disappoint me, I can do that myself
But I'm glad that you've come
Now if you don't mind leave, leave
Free yourself at the same time leave, leave
I don't understand, you've already gone
I hope you feel better now that it's out
What took you so long?
And the truth has the habit of falling out of your mouth,
Well now that it's come
If you don't mind, leave leave
And please yourself at the same time
Leave, leave
Let go of my hand
You said what you came to now
Leave, leave let go of my hand
You said what you have to
Now leave, leave
Oh oh leave
Leave
Let go of my hand, you said what you have'ta
Now leave, leave
La da da da oh oh oh
La da-aah da
Oh
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so that concludes what I have to say for today in this, the new home for my blogs. I just got tired of copying-and-pasting from my myspace blog to email for those that don't "do" myspace. so here you go. I'll probably archive some of my older blogs from myspace b/c I think they're amusing.
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