Philisophical mood...
And I can't spell
Does anyone find it interesting that people who are totally happy with each other...like each other...and maybe even love each other can end up hating each other...I mean really what's the deal there?
Anyway, I feel like posting another "fresh" song...and one I've posted before...why?...because they discribe how I still feel...quite possibly however the mood that I'm in could be caused by my lack of sleep. Nonetheless, I believe it's fairly genuine...sadness and want fill the racks in my head that I suppose could be misconstrued as a mind
"I'll Be" Edwin McCain
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful,
Stop me and steal my breath.
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it out with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
[Chorus:]
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide.
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive not dead.
Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it out with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
[Repeat Chorus]
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead.
Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said
[Repeat Chorus]
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"Everything" Lifehouse
Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.
You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Cause you're all I want, You're all I need
You're everything,everything
You're all I want your all I need
You're everything, everything.
You're all I want you're all I need.
You're everything, everything
You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.
And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Well, quite honestly...my life could be better...I could be without this longing for someone to hold...someone who it seems I may never speak to again...not of my own doing of course...but more importantly someone who I deemed the most perfect person I'd ever met...in some ways I still hold on to that idea but in others it is cast aside like a dirty "work towel" from one of those 100 count buckets found at Home Depot...she truly didn't live up to my expectations...expectations that I set after deliberation!...the fact is I found out that perfection is a fleeting thing...like the fog that rises from the dew in the early morning...it hovers around and then the bright, crisp winter sun peeks over the horizon and burns it in it's superfluously bright gaze...perfection if it is truly possible to attain...doesn't last. All winning streaks come to and end...all "perfect" people fail to live up to the praise that they recieve...maybe it was in fact my fault for deeming her "perfect"...don't get me wrong I don't blame her for her slow slide from perfection that reminds me of Bush's approval rating in the polls of the last few years...but her rating hasn't fallen that much...no, her rating sits up there at 96% after all this...not perfect but she could be worse off...I actually find myself hoping that she goes to a college that I will be able to attend also...or want to attend...but that hope is not needed I think...because if I saw her everyday...from a distance...and exchanged but a glimpse...I would not be able to do anything productive to speak of...how could I? to be able to see something so beautiful...so near perfection in my eyes without ever being able to truly feel the perfection that I imagine would ooze from every fiber of her being...ok so I maybe becoming a bit over sensational/romantic...but then again I may not...I predict her near perfection will for all practical purposes be forever undimmed in my eyes...like those "lifetime" LED bulbs...now!...now! you are scoffing...how can he love everything about someone who doesn't seem to like anything about him you ask with overt frustration in your voice?...how?...well, it baffles me too...but doesn't frustrate me...no, one just has to accept such things as they are...getting overly excited or frustrated doesn't do anything but, quite frankly, help you to reach that New Years resolution of looking just like that amazingly beautiful celebrity...but I border on maliciousness now...and I apologize for that...it's just the fact of the matter is I love this girl and for all of the forseeable future I will love her...I just wish I could love her while breathing in everything atom that makes up the sun lit air around her...but instead...I can only imagine the dull color of the sides that surround that dream in my boxes of broken and seemingly irrepairable dreams. Maybe Edwin says it best...
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful,
Stop me and steal my breath.
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it out with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide.
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
Well, I am love's suicide...and could be the greatest fan of your life
Paul
I might as well donate that box of broken dreams to a Goodwill in Greenville...maybe someone there would have the patience and time to repair them...then again, maybe not
Does anyone find it interesting that people who are totally happy with each other...like each other...and maybe even love each other can end up hating each other...I mean really what's the deal there?
Anyway, I feel like posting another "fresh" song...and one I've posted before...why?...because they discribe how I still feel...quite possibly however the mood that I'm in could be caused by my lack of sleep. Nonetheless, I believe it's fairly genuine...sadness and want fill the racks in my head that I suppose could be misconstrued as a mind
"I'll Be" Edwin McCain
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful,
Stop me and steal my breath.
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it out with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
[Chorus:]
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide.
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive not dead.
Tell me that we belong together.
Dress it out with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
[Repeat Chorus]
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead.
Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said
[Repeat Chorus]
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"Everything" Lifehouse
Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.
You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Cause you're all I want, You're all I need
You're everything,everything
You're all I want your all I need
You're everything, everything.
You're all I want you're all I need.
You're everything, everything
You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.
And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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Well, quite honestly...my life could be better...I could be without this longing for someone to hold...someone who it seems I may never speak to again...not of my own doing of course...but more importantly someone who I deemed the most perfect person I'd ever met...in some ways I still hold on to that idea but in others it is cast aside like a dirty "work towel" from one of those 100 count buckets found at Home Depot...she truly didn't live up to my expectations...expectations that I set after deliberation!...the fact is I found out that perfection is a fleeting thing...like the fog that rises from the dew in the early morning...it hovers around and then the bright, crisp winter sun peeks over the horizon and burns it in it's superfluously bright gaze...perfection if it is truly possible to attain...doesn't last. All winning streaks come to and end...all "perfect" people fail to live up to the praise that they recieve...maybe it was in fact my fault for deeming her "perfect"...don't get me wrong I don't blame her for her slow slide from perfection that reminds me of Bush's approval rating in the polls of the last few years...but her rating hasn't fallen that much...no, her rating sits up there at 96% after all this...not perfect but she could be worse off...I actually find myself hoping that she goes to a college that I will be able to attend also...or want to attend...but that hope is not needed I think...because if I saw her everyday...from a distance...and exchanged but a glimpse...I would not be able to do anything productive to speak of...how could I? to be able to see something so beautiful...so near perfection in my eyes without ever being able to truly feel the perfection that I imagine would ooze from every fiber of her being...ok so I maybe becoming a bit over sensational/romantic...but then again I may not...I predict her near perfection will for all practical purposes be forever undimmed in my eyes...like those "lifetime" LED bulbs...now!...now! you are scoffing...how can he love everything about someone who doesn't seem to like anything about him you ask with overt frustration in your voice?...how?...well, it baffles me too...but doesn't frustrate me...no, one just has to accept such things as they are...getting overly excited or frustrated doesn't do anything but, quite frankly, help you to reach that New Years resolution of looking just like that amazingly beautiful celebrity...but I border on maliciousness now...and I apologize for that...it's just the fact of the matter is I love this girl and for all of the forseeable future I will love her...I just wish I could love her while breathing in everything atom that makes up the sun lit air around her...but instead...I can only imagine the dull color of the sides that surround that dream in my boxes of broken and seemingly irrepairable dreams. Maybe Edwin says it best...
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful,
Stop me and steal my breath.
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it out with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide.
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
Well, I am love's suicide...and could be the greatest fan of your life
Paul
I might as well donate that box of broken dreams to a Goodwill in Greenville...maybe someone there would have the patience and time to repair them...then again, maybe not