Nevermore

The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe.  Beautiful. just beautifully. heartbreakingly beautiful.

The "Appennine Colossus" by Giambologna

You've got to admit, that's pretty cool, right?  Imagine you were walking along a nice italian garden and BAM!  There's a giant mountain statue rising out of the rocks.  Pretty cool, eh?

Buckets of Rain

Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love honey baby
I can stand.

I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive friends will disappear
If you want me honey baby
I'll be here.

I like your smile
And your fingertips
I like the way that you move your hips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm taking you with me honey baby
When I go.

Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it well
I'll do it for you honey baby
Can't you tell?

The Past. The Present. The Future.

Although this was originally a blog to vent about my emotions and experiences through music, I feel like its become a place of negativity and resentment.  And I don't want that.  There's no reason for me to be miserable and hateful.  It doesn't matter.  The past is over.  I have better things to worry about.

So.  I'd like to share with you this quote:

"The past is to be learned from but not lived in.  And when we have learned what we need to learn and have brought with us the best that we have experiences, then we look ahead, we remember that faith is always pointed toward the future.  Faith always has to do with blessing and truths and events that will yet be efficacious in our lives."  

- Jeffery R. Holland 

Two Atoms in a Molecule

Noah and the Whale

Last night, I had a dream
We were inseparably entwined
Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine
Held together, holding each other
With no one else in mind
Like two atoms in a molecule
Inseparably combined

But then I woke from the dream
To realize I was alone
A tragic event, I must admit
But let's not be overblown
I'm not trying to write a love song
Just a sad, pathetic moan
And maybe I just need change
Maybe I just need a new cologne

But now I look at love
Like being stabbed in the heart
You talk to each other from day to day
And then one day you part
Most of the time it's misery
But there's some joy at the start
And for that, I'd say it's worth it
Just use a blade that's short and sharp on me

Oh if love is just a game
Then how come it's no fun?
If love is just a game
How come I've never won?
I guess maybe it's possible I might be playing it wrong
And that's why every time I roll the dice
I always come undone

Me in You

Kings of Convenience
P.S. I LOVE this music video

Crossroads and given the option
To pass and look back at goals I've missed 
Rainbows or burning badges
If you squint a little more it looks the same

But ooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of me inside you 
Gathering what you've lost
But oooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of you in everyone
Can never keep a secret 

Problem lines on your face
You smooth them out so no one can tell 
put a straight back upon a stage
could (dance dance) hide the tremor in your hand 

But ooooooooooooooooooooooooh 
There's a little bit of me inside you 
Gathering what you've lost 
But oooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of you in everyone

And I'm watching you now 
I see you building the castle with one hand
while tearing down another with the other

And I'm watching you now
I see you building the castle with one hand 
while tearing down another with the other 

And I'm watching you now
I see you building the castle with one hand
while tearing down another with the other

Hrumph.

I. MISS. CAMBRIDGE.  That is all.