I love your song choices! The lyrics and videos are often a match for my mood that day. I have fond memories of the third song. It reminds me of summer coming to an end and driving home one last time from Lake Chelan. A small but memorable lake town that I spent my formative years in during the summer. My best friends parents had a cabin on the lake and we head over the mountains on a weekly basis and go lay in the sun and play with boys
Woke up at 4:30 on my own...and am still awake. Espresso machine was making a weird sound and now my cappucinno tastes terrible. I can only imagine how lovely the rest of the day will be. Can I start today over?
If the stars were mine
I'd give them all to you
I'd pluck them down right from the sky
and leave it only blue
I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face
so when others would have rain clouds you'd have only sunny days
If the stars were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd put the stars right in a jar and give them all to you
If the birds were mine
I'd tell them when to sing
I'd make them sing a sonnet when your telephone would ring
I would put them there inside the square, whenever you went out
so there'd always be sweet music whenever you would walk about
If the birds were mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you
If the world was mine
I'd paint it gold and green
I'd make the oceans orange for a brilliant color scheme
I would color all the mountains, make the sky forever blue
So the world would be a painting and I'd live inside with you
If the world was mine
I'd tell you what I'd do
I'd wrap the world in ribbons and then give it all to you
I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you
I'd put those stars right in a jar...and..........
give them all...to you.......
I do not think I have heard that one before. Also, no, I have not asked her out yet. I'm at least waiting til she can find some time before trying to be the dude that never gets to see his girlfriend, ya know? She's kinda busy at the moment... which is understandable.
Haha, oddly enough I'll be in the same boat. Although, not the same grade!
But yeah, it needs to cool off. It's been a constant 100 degrees or so here in Reno until today. :|
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"We dance. The music runs through me, waves of sound that grab me by the spine, that move my feet my hips my shoulders without consulting my brain. (Beautiful girl, love your dress, high school smile, oh yes, where she is now, I can only guess). I open my eyes and see Henry watching me... Read More
Page 151/152 - Evening, Saturday December 22, 1991 (Henry is 28, Clare is 20)
"We're on our way to he Violent Femmes concert at the Aragon Ballroom. After some reluctance on Henry's part, which I don't understand because he loves les femmes, we are cruising Uptown in search of parking. I loop around and around, past the Green Mill, the bars, the dimly lit apartment... Read More
Have you ever gotten in the car randomly and just wanted to keep driving and not stop?
I drove around until after 10pm listening to music and thinking....I wish I kept going...
Heard this on the radio twice tonight, weird...
Oh - once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you're feelin' down
Ya - nothin'... Read More
I like to attempt to sing... haha. Well, sometimes rap... kinda. Regardless, life should be a musical. I thought I may have mentioned it in a blog... but I don't know. I tell this to many people I meet. All my jobs, many of my friends, and anyone else who cares to listen hears my theory on life being a musical would create a non-violent world. How could you hate or get mad at someone or even sound mad when you're singing? You know? It'd be hilarious and awesome at the same time!!!