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there's something about the visceral experience that nothing else can substitute for. music exponentially enriches and enhances my life. strange how much music can mean to you. religiously music enhances my relationship and communion with god. in friendships music is shared and enjoyed together. in love music triggers so many memories. it's uncanny how some songs can make me smile or bring tears so my eyes or make me start moving a certain way or put me in a certain mood. seeing two women who have written and performed music that has so structured and validated so much of my experiences and feelings was such a great thing... verging on religious experience. i had the best weekend and shared it with my favorite person. something about being in a crowd of thousands and still being able to personally experience something apart and different from everyone else, even those who are standing shoulder to shoulder with you, is just such an inexplicable and wonderful thing.
today on the drive home i heard three songs one after the other that reminded me of my past three relationships that are no longer in existence and it was just a sort of a sign that all is well. it's so hard to just get over things. so hard, my friends. there are things that i thought i forgot and i thought held no reign over me that i can now plainly see still hold every bit as much sway over the way i think or act or feel as someone who is still acknowledged as someone else's. it is not nice to play with people's emotions, guys. not nice at all.
i saw wimbledon today and it (a)restored my love for tennis (b) restored my love for love (c) restored my love for kirsten dunst (d) restored my love for london
ok so last thursday i woke up and had had enough and said to myself - get over it, you stupid idiot!!! and i think i am and i am glad. though i do hate hate hate the lies and shadiness that seems to hang in all the corners laughs and sharp, high pitched squeals used to. and that's that and all that will ever be. arrivederci!
i love my dad and the way he cares for me so well -- i know it's constant and complete even if it's rarely voiced only because of distance and difference of lives. it sucks to be not be mad at someone you have every right to and feel like if you were mad you'd be getting more attention. and then to have to tell your dad about your life which is completely different from only a few months ago and wish that someone hadn't been so compelled to meet him then so there'd be less explaining and trying to be nice now. again... get over it, you stupid idiot.
excerpt from Mad Mission by Patty Griffin
I think I've seen the look before,yes,
it's kind of non-commital
It says come hither, baby
but then he's hard wood to whittle
it says it don't mean a thing
but still, somebody does
He'd like you to join the club that likes to say
there's no such thing as love and
It's a mad mission
Under difficult conditions
not everybody makes it
To the loving cup
It's a mad mission
But I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
sign me up
excerpt from Let Him Fly by Patti Griffin
There's no mercy in a live wire
No rest at all in freedom
Of the choices we are given it's no choice at all
The proof is in the fire
You touch before it moves away
But you must always know how long to stay and when to go
And there ain't no talkin to this man
He's been tryin to tell me so
It took awhile to understand the beauty of just letting go
Cause it would take an acrobat, I already tried all that
I'm gonna let him fly
I'm gonna let him fly
I'm gonna let him fly
excerpt from Nobody Crying by Patti Griffin
May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed
And may the voices inside you that fill you with dread
Make the sound of thousands of angels instead
Tonight where you might be laying your head
But darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell how hard you're trying
Just have that secret hope
Sometimes all we do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
there'll be an endless rope
And nobody crying.
And nobody crying,
Nobody crying
I'm obviously on a bit of a PG kick - only because i've always known she was great... but seeing her in person was perhaps one of the most fantastic things i've ever been able to do.
peace on the inside.
today on the drive home i heard three songs one after the other that reminded me of my past three relationships that are no longer in existence and it was just a sort of a sign that all is well. it's so hard to just get over things. so hard, my friends. there are things that i thought i forgot and i thought held no reign over me that i can now plainly see still hold every bit as much sway over the way i think or act or feel as someone who is still acknowledged as someone else's. it is not nice to play with people's emotions, guys. not nice at all.
i saw wimbledon today and it (a)restored my love for tennis (b) restored my love for love (c) restored my love for kirsten dunst (d) restored my love for london
ok so last thursday i woke up and had had enough and said to myself - get over it, you stupid idiot!!! and i think i am and i am glad. though i do hate hate hate the lies and shadiness that seems to hang in all the corners laughs and sharp, high pitched squeals used to. and that's that and all that will ever be. arrivederci!
i love my dad and the way he cares for me so well -- i know it's constant and complete even if it's rarely voiced only because of distance and difference of lives. it sucks to be not be mad at someone you have every right to and feel like if you were mad you'd be getting more attention. and then to have to tell your dad about your life which is completely different from only a few months ago and wish that someone hadn't been so compelled to meet him then so there'd be less explaining and trying to be nice now. again... get over it, you stupid idiot.
excerpt from Mad Mission by Patty Griffin
I think I've seen the look before,yes,
it's kind of non-commital
It says come hither, baby
but then he's hard wood to whittle
it says it don't mean a thing
but still, somebody does
He'd like you to join the club that likes to say
there's no such thing as love and
It's a mad mission
Under difficult conditions
not everybody makes it
To the loving cup
It's a mad mission
But I got the ambition
Mad, mad mission
sign me up
excerpt from Let Him Fly by Patti Griffin
There's no mercy in a live wire
No rest at all in freedom
Of the choices we are given it's no choice at all
The proof is in the fire
You touch before it moves away
But you must always know how long to stay and when to go
And there ain't no talkin to this man
He's been tryin to tell me so
It took awhile to understand the beauty of just letting go
Cause it would take an acrobat, I already tried all that
I'm gonna let him fly
I'm gonna let him fly
I'm gonna let him fly
excerpt from Nobody Crying by Patti Griffin
May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed
And may the voices inside you that fill you with dread
Make the sound of thousands of angels instead
Tonight where you might be laying your head
But darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell how hard you're trying
Just have that secret hope
Sometimes all we do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
there'll be an endless rope
And nobody crying.
And nobody crying,
Nobody crying
I'm obviously on a bit of a PG kick - only because i've always known she was great... but seeing her in person was perhaps one of the most fantastic things i've ever been able to do.
peace on the inside.