Wow, it's been a while
So I never intended to take that long of a hiatus on this thing. Oops. I really don't have anything substantive to write about. So I'll just talk about two songs that I'm currently loving.
First one: Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
It's sad, but I think that it's fairly true to the feelings.
When I see you smile
Tears run down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside of me
I can be the one
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
Season are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show I'll be the one
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
Cause you're my, you're my, my
My true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away
Cause I'm here for you
Please don't walk away
And please tell me you'll stay, stay
Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a trill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you send me to heaven
(Repeat and fade to end)
Second, I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (With Flowers in My Hair) by Sandi Thom.
I have this thing stuck in my head. And I get all the references, which is exciting.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When heads of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control, and media couldn't by your soul
And computers still were scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When pop stars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens, and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top, and vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs and playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Yeah, I'm a nerd, I know this.
I'll see what I can do about making more frequent entries again.
I'm off to start writing again, while watching Ace of Cakes.
Laters,
Chris
First one: Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
It's sad, but I think that it's fairly true to the feelings.
When I see you smile
Tears run down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside of me
I can be the one
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
Season are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show I'll be the one
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
Cause you're my, you're my, my
My true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away
Cause I'm here for you
Please don't walk away
And please tell me you'll stay, stay
Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a trill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you send me to heaven
(Repeat and fade to end)
Second, I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (With Flowers in My Hair) by Sandi Thom.
I have this thing stuck in my head. And I get all the references, which is exciting.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When heads of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control, and media couldn't by your soul
And computers still were scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When pop stars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens, and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top, and vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs and playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Yeah, I'm a nerd, I know this.
I'll see what I can do about making more frequent entries again.
I'm off to start writing again, while watching Ace of Cakes.
Laters,
Chris