First gift of
advent calendar '10 up in here! a.k.a. If y'all want to get grabbyhands with my creative-brain/request reprieves from the Borgia deluge, you can still have them!
For
sophieisgod, my no. 1 Arcadia darling:
miscalculations [a thomasina/septimus fanmix]
the calculation • regina spektor
we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces
and it did our thinking while we lived our lives
it counted up our feelings and divided them up even
and it called that calculation perfect love
oh, la • ra ra riot
say a word that's quiet, not half the way there
somedays our future, it seems to hang on so tight
oh, la, we've got a lot to learn from each other,
we've got to stick together.
girl inform me • the shins
unknown quotients, you must be using potions
how else could you tie my head to the sky
this new conviction has left no wondering why
i can't concern myself with ordinary tripe.
you could write a book • someone still loves you boris yeltsin
how'd you get so smart?
wax and candles and burning cobwebs,
i guess you broke my heart,
but then sometimes i think that's all it's there for.
suspended from class • camera obscura
you're such a beautiful writer
that's not all you are
i'm sorry about making a pass
it was subtle but i think that you guess the meaning intended
go places • the new pornographers
and a heart will always stay one day too long
always hoping for the hot flashes to come
for the glue to dry on our new creation
come with me, go places
stars • au revoir simone
i don't know how
but there's a power
for now it conveys a subtle mystery
and from my house, as I look out, the stars align
neverending math equation • sun kil moon
infinity spirals out creation; we're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying
we ain't sure where you stand, you ain't machines and you ain't land
and the plants and the animals, they are linked
the plants and the animals eat each other
this dance • mirah
asleep in my bedroom, my eyes open wide
i hope i get out soon, get lost in the tide
this dance is difficult, this dance is hard
this makes me wanna spin around in the yard
timewatching • the divine comedy
maybe it’s tonight,
maybe tomorrow night
next week, next month, next year
we’ve only time to fear
calculation theme • metric
i’m sick, you’re tired, let’s dance
cold as numbers but let’s dance
tonight your ghost will ask my ghost: where is the love?
tonight your ghost will ask my ghost: who put these bodies between us?
{you make me want to measure stars in the backyard with a calculator & a ruler} Happy December, Sophie. Happy December, all. xoxo