8/12/11

This song does good things for the world. I've found that there's a lot of Explosions In The Sky-esque bands (who may or may not have come before them, I have no idea) that all sound EXACTLY THE SAME, like to the point where I hear it on Pandora and say, oh this must be EITS, and I am wrong.

This on the other hand, has it's own flavor. And it is good.

8/8/11

This habit of waking up early, listening to music and writing, it's very beneficial. Why don't we get the hard part of the day over with first?

8/8/11

This summer is defined by Cold Roses, and driving down Route 96 to avoid the thruway, and wishing the hills weren't cluttered with car dealerships. This summer is about staying put when you want to run, run, run away.

This summer is decorated with moments of looking where I shouldn't, and remaining unable to keep my hands to myself. This summer is not for improvement, this summer is not for self-empowerment, it is for the best and worst of me, celebrating each other for the first time.

I haven't given up pen chewing, or nail-biting, or car-singing to no one. Or justifying my more vocal human feelings with the words of others when mine just won't do.

I wanna be the bluebird singing
Singing to the roses in her yard
Roses in her yard her father grew for her
It's been raining like Tennessee honey
So long I got too heavy to fly
Ain't no bluebird ever gets too heavy to sing

Lie to me
Sing me a song
Sing me a song until the morning comes
And if the morning don't come, will you lie to me
Will you take me to your bed
Will you lay me down
Ti'l I'm heavy like the rocks in the riverbed
That my savior made
~Magnolia Mountain,
Ryan Adams and the Cardinals, Cold Roses

8/6/11

I have trouble accepting the fact this song is 10 years old, when it feels so present for me. Music transcends, in case you didn't know.




"Build your own television receiver
Staying home can't be that bad for me
Because I'm not scared, but I'd like some extra spare time
Easily earn me big money
I'm a modern girl, but I fold in half so easily
When I put myself in the picture of success
I could learn world trade or try to map the ocean

When you're dead, in hospitals and freeways
When you're dead, in resting homes and clinics
When you're dead, it must be nice to finish
When you're dead

I've had it with you, and Mexico can fucking wait
And all of those French films about trains
Because I'm not scared, but I'd like some extra spare time
I'm not scared, but the bills keep changing colors

When you're dead, in hopsitals and freeways
When you're dead, in dress shirts and neck ties
When you're dead, in apartments and on beaches
When you're dead

They say California is a recipe for a black hole
And I say I've got my best shoes on, I'm ready to go
Ready to go, ready to go, I'm ready to go
Ready to go, ready to go, I'm ready to go

These are times that can't be weathered
And we have never been back there since then"
~Picture of Success
Rilo Kiley, Take Offs and Landings

7/31/11

Tori's a little crazy, and thus, I relate.



i don't need much to keep warm and
don't stop now what you're doing
what you're doing, my ugly one
bring them all here
hard to hide a hundred girls in your hair
it won't be fair
if i hate her
if i ate her
you can go now
you can go now

you're already in there
i'll be wearing your tattoo
you're already in there

got a cloud sleeping on my tongue
here goes and it goes and
kiss the violets as they're waking up
leave me with your borneo i said
leave me
the way i was before
but
you're already in there
i'll be wearing your tattoo
i'm already in
circles and circles and circles again
the girl's in circles and circles and circles again
~cloud on my tongue
tori amos, under the pink