Thursday, July 28, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
A Sigh
Sometimes, only at 28 years of age, I feel like I gave up on life "when I was younger".
I also sometimes, sometimes, think I'm not nearly 'cool enough' --meaning that I gave up on voraciously following my interests and now have tarnish over my talents, with no time to scrub if off and shine.
Most of the time I think I think of myself too much.
God save me from myself.
Sigh.
Also please note, the translation is incorrect in the video. What they are saying is, "Hey friend, these are for you"
Monday, July 18, 2011
A Prayer
A prayer, Madeleine Peyroux from pomerenge on Vimeo.
I must be strong now
I don't belong now
In this world anymore
I'll say a final prayer for
Those I care for
Who've kept my company
My destiny is clear
I'm dying to have you near
To me
Lord
I don't belong now
If you are waiting
I am not afraid to die
I'm prepared to go
Divide my body and soul
Won't you
Lord
I won't be long now
If you are waiting
I am not afraid to die
Have mercy, Lord
I'm told it's paradise
To have and to hold you
Lord
I must be strong now
I don't belong now
In this world anymore
Lord
I won't be long now
If you are waiting
I am not afraid to die
-Madeleine Peyroux
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Heart Beat
Two dozen other dirty lovers
Must be a sucker for it
Cry, Cry, but I don't need my mother
Just Hold My hand while I come
To a decision on it
Sooner or later
Your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
Sooner or later
You hit the deck, you get found out
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
You let me down
Black air and seven seas and rotten through
But what can you do?
I don't know how I'm meant to act with you lot
Sometimes I don't try
I just now, now, now, now ,now .....
Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don't bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come
To a decision on it
Must be a sucker for it
Cry, Cry, but I don't need my mother
Just Hold My hand while I come
To a decision on it
Sooner or later
Your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
Sooner or later
You hit the deck, you get found out
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
You let me down
Black air and seven seas and rotten through
But what can you do?
I don't know how I'm meant to act with you lot
Sometimes I don't try
I just now, now, now, now ,now .....
Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don't bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come
To a decision on it
Must be a sucker for it
Cry, Cry, but I don't need my mother
Just Hold My hand while I come
To a decision on it
Sooner or later
Your legs give way, you hit the ground
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
Sooner or later
You hit the deck, you get found out
Save it for later
Don't run away and let me down
You let me down
Black air and seven seas and rotten through
But what can you do?
I don't know how I'm meant to act with you lot
Sometimes I don't try
I just now, now, now, now ,now .....
Two dozen other stupid reasons
Why we should suffer for this
Don't bother trying to explain them
Just hold my hand while I come
To a decision on it
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Sometimes there is little else better than an 80's music video. Contrasted with today's videos, these are just gold. A whole new world, where videos somehow had to lend themselves to the song. It's amazing to see where we come from, I really enjoy that aspect.
Isn't it amazing how little it matter what we like or what we go through, except in regards to our continual formation in either response or reaction to circumstance? And even then, that matters for only two possible reasons, neither of which I have time to rattle on about now.
So, I guess, I'm saying I'll save it for later.
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