Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...


The Postal Service

Wellbutrin is a subpar substitute for my Hubby...

joyful girl

i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing 
and we owe each other the world
i do it because it's the least i can do
i do it because i learned it from you
and i do it just because i want to 
because i want to

everything i do is judged
and they mostly get it wrong
but oh well
'cuz the bathroom mirror has not budged
and the woman who lives there can tell
the truth from the stuff that they say
and she looks me in the eye
and says would you prefer the easy way
no, well o.k. then
don't cry

i wonder if everything i do
i do instead 
of something i want to do more
the question fills my head
i know there's no grand plan here
this is just the way it goes
when everything else seems unclear
i guess at least i know

i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing
and we owe each other the world
i do it because it's the least i can do
i do it because i learned it from you
and i do it just because i want to
because i want to           

ani difranco

Tomorrow I will try to be a good space monkey.

Tomorrow I will try to go to work.

Tomorrow I will try not to sleep all day.

Tomorrow...

Jolene

Well Jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door,
Like she'd done one hundred times before.
Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror.
She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place.

Yeah I want to pull you down into bed.
I want to cast your face in lead.
Well every time I pull you close,
Push my face into your hair,
Cream rinse and tobacco smoke,
That sickly scent is always, always there.

Jolene heard her father's uneven snores.
Right then she knew there must be something more.
Jolene heard the singing in the forest.
She opened the door quietly and stepped into the night.

Yeah I want to throw you out into space.
I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes.
Well every time I pull you close,
Push my face into your hair,
Cream rinse and tobacco smoke,
That sickly scent is always, always there.

Cake

Constellate my hopes and suffocate them in flesh.

A utopia of senses and pleasure turned dark and despairing by the nature of over evolved monkeys.

Sullen Girl

Days like this
I don't know what
To do with myself
All day and all night
I wander the halls
Along the walls and
Under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel
To take flight
And there's too
Much going on
But it's calm under
The waves
In the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in
The blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me
A sullen girl, sullen girl
They don't know
I used to sail the
Deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me ashore
And he took my pearl
And left an empty
Shell of me

And there's too
Much going on
But it's calm under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion

Fiona Apple

I am in the process of going through a major shift if my life right now.  I've spent the first 25 years of my life just figuring things out.  Honestly I think I have a pretty good hold on the BIG things like my religion, cosmology and personal ethics.  It's really the little things that I'm having a hard time with. 

I've been unintentionally molded by events and emotional baggage which isn't even mine and logically I know it's crap that should be easily flushed down the toilet...and yet somehow it just isn't that easy. 

I'm not sure how to really grab it and toss it out.  I'm not even sure if, at this time, I realize the fathoms of which this accidental programming affects my psyche.

I do know however, that when I finally do break through I will shine.
I will finally be the radiant and balanced person I feel I truly am underneath all the layers of crap.

:)

BTW...I really love this picture.  It is simple and yet powerful in all it's softness.  I have no idea where I got it from as I collect many images on my computer.  If anyone could site the source for me I would greatly appreciate it.

On that note please feel free to make comments.  I really love comments.  I know I'm not really typing much of my own personal ramblings but I am trying to...ease into it I guess.

I say the more the merrier.

Joga

all the accidents that happen
follow the dot
coincidence makes sense
only with you
you don't have to speak
i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me

then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:

...state of emergency...
...how beautiful to be!...
...state of emergency...
...is where i want to be...

all that no-one sees
you see
what's inside of me
every nerve that hurts you heal
deep inside of me
you don't have to speak - i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
confuse

then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:

...state of emergency...
...how beautiful to be!...
...state of emergency...
...is where i want to be...

...state of emergency...

...state of emergency...

Bjork

I showed hubby my two blog entries and he commented on the fact that my blog, a deep introspection into my soul, was just a bunch of lyrics.  :)  I can't write about myself right now (I don't have the words) but these are the songs I've been vibing with that have colored my thoughts as of late.  As for the images I've been vibing with Stephanie Pui-Mun Law.

All I can say is thank the gods for the internet.  It has taught me such wonderful things...such as this...our phrase of the moment.

M & Ms and Butt Cracks

• The definition of a smell of combined hard work, sweat and grease, often the smell of a truck full of doodes who just worked on airplanes for 12 hours in the hot sun.
  

• "Man, it smells like M&M's and butt cracks all up in this mutha fucka."
  

Columbus day is October 9th this year.  Feed your brain...

Blame It On The Tetons

Everyone's a building burning
with no one to put the fire out.
Standing at the window looking out,
waiting for time to burn us down.
Everyone's an ocean drowning
with no one really to show how.
They might get a little better air
if they turned themselves into a cloud.

Modest Mouse

Word of the Moment:

Saturnine

• Having the temperament of one born under the supposed astrological influence of Saturn.
• Melancholy or sullen.
• Having or marked by a tendency to be bitter or sardonic: a saturnine expression on his face.
• Produced by absorption of lead.

Feed your brain...

up up up

up up up up up up
points the spire of the steeple
but god's work isn't done by god
it's done by people

up up up up up up
points the fingers of the trees
the lumberjacks
with their bloody axes
are on their knees

and just when you think that you've got enough
enough grows
and everywhere that you go in life
enough knows

up up up up up up
dances the steam from the sewer
as she rounds the corner
the brutal wind blows right through her

up up up up up up
raises the stakes of the game
each day sinks its bootprint into her clay
and she's not the same

and just when you think that you've got enough
enough grows
and everywhere that you go in life
enough knows

and half of learning how to play
is learning what not to play
and she's learning the spaces she leaves
have their own things to say
then she's trying to sing just enough
so that the air around her moves
and make music like mercy
that gives what it is
and has nothing to prove

she crawls out on a limb
and begins to build her home
it's enough just to look around
to know she's not alone

up up up up up up
points the spire of the steeple
but god's work isn't done by god
it's done by people

ani difranco