music!
It's kind of like spring!
Here are some songs that are kind of like spring!
Dar Williams - Spring Street
This year April had a blizzard
just to show she did not care,
and the new dead leaves,
they made the trees look like children with gray hair.
But I'll push myself up through the dirt
and shake my petals free.
I'm resolved to being born
and so resigned to bravery.
The Weepies - Happiness
Got a charger, no cell phone; I can't call out,
unless it's to cry your name out the open window
to a sky that looks right back
and says it's never seen rain.
Sometimes you gotta start clean,
you gotta begin not begin again
Paul Simon - Crazy Love, Vol II
Somebody could walk into this room
and say your life is on fire.
It's all over the evening news.
All about the fire in your life
on the evening news.
The Weepies - Old Coyote
Old Coyote's faking sleep,
not counting sheep on the watch he keeps.
We bring springtime into bloom, inside these rooms
and outside under the moon.
Ring around rosey game
always ends the same way:
we all fall down.
Get up now, baby. Get up now, baby.
It's your song, it's your song playing.
Here are some songs that are kind of like spring!
Dar Williams - Spring Street
This year April had a blizzard
just to show she did not care,
and the new dead leaves,
they made the trees look like children with gray hair.
But I'll push myself up through the dirt
and shake my petals free.
I'm resolved to being born
and so resigned to bravery.
The Weepies - Happiness
Got a charger, no cell phone; I can't call out,
unless it's to cry your name out the open window
to a sky that looks right back
and says it's never seen rain.
Sometimes you gotta start clean,
you gotta begin not begin again
Paul Simon - Crazy Love, Vol II
Somebody could walk into this room
and say your life is on fire.
It's all over the evening news.
All about the fire in your life
on the evening news.
The Weepies - Old Coyote
Old Coyote's faking sleep,
not counting sheep on the watch he keeps.
We bring springtime into bloom, inside these rooms
and outside under the moon.
Ring around rosey game
always ends the same way:
we all fall down.
Get up now, baby. Get up now, baby.
It's your song, it's your song playing.