Thursday, February 14, 2008

enjoy

life's too short to be a fool

"when you are young the world is a ferris wheel,
i know we will grow old it is lovely, still.
make a plan to love me sometime soon.

will you make a plan to love me?
will you make a plan to love me?
will you make a plan to love me sometime soon?"


always love you, truly. but sometimes it feels good to be told, and asked.

happy valentine's day.

make a plan to love me ~ bright eyes

song of the day

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

she's been looking over a lot

"it's uncomfortable all night to sit,
get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit."


art brut makes me want to dance, and be silly giddy happy, even though i feel feverish and sick.

direct hit ~ art brut

song of the day

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

book of longing


ah. that.
that's what i was so disturbed
about this morning:
my desire has come back, and i want you again.
i was doing fine,
i was above it all.
the boys and girls were beautiful
and i was an old man, loving everyone.
and now i want you again,
i want your absolute attention,
your underwear rolled down in a hurry
still hanging on one foot,
and nothing on my mind
but to be inside
the only place
that has
no inside,
and no outside.

book of longing ~ leonard cohen

Sunday, February 10, 2008

and as i dreamt i swear i felt you in my arms again

"you've come such a long way, with no one to comfort you,
or to tell you you're needed.

you and i come from the same place,
but if i were to call for you, what's there left to believe in?

what's there left to believe in?

what's there left to believe in?

no way, you're looking down,
took my heart and ripped my crown.

and i'm fallin' for ya,
and i'm fallin' for ya,
and i'm falling for you, ah, that's enough to believe in."


the demise of my hard drive cost me all my music. but, people who i love and who seem to get the addiction to music i possess are sending me songs, offering to burn me cd's, or singing to me across the airwaves.

thank you. music is my oxygen.

xxx.

calliope ~ the veils

song of the day

Saturday, February 9, 2008

against the jutted stars


when i go away from you
the world beats dead
like a slackened drum.
i call out for you against the jutted stars
and shout into the ridges of the wind.
streets coming fast,
one after the other,
wedge you away from me,
and the lamps of the city prick my eyes
so that i can no longer see your face.
why should i leave you,
to wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

taxi ~ amy lowell