When will I begin to live again :: musical sensory recall

“One day I’ll fly away, leave all this to yesterday. Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends.” How many planes are taking off right now, and how many are landing? Is there any symmetry to the timelines and destinations? I know there are flights that occur daily, and the rhythms that happen, of take-offs and landings, is something to count on, rely upon, plan an escape to. I wonder if you watched from the window from that room up so high, could you tell the time by just watching the planes ascend into … Continue reading When will I begin to live again :: musical sensory recall

You have no idea what I can live with :: A Playlist

  You have no idea what I can live with :: Shane Walsh :: The Walking Dead Character Playlist Collection Listen here at Spotify I’m On Fire :: Bat For Lashes Wicked Game :: Phillip Phillips Tranquilize :: The Killers & Lou Reed Fade Into You :: Stumbleine & Steffaloo Touched :: Vast Nothing’s Gonna Change the Way I Feel About You Now :: Justin Townes Earle High Lonesome :: Jesse Malin The Killing Moon :: Greg Laswell The Engine Driver :: The Decemberists 9 Crimes :: Damien Rice Lonely Soul :: UNKLE & Richard Ashcroft Lions After Slumber :: … Continue reading You have no idea what I can live with :: A Playlist

Friday Five :: Reminds me that there’s time to change

Drops of Jupiter (live, acoustic) :: Train Friday Five 5 Things this song reminds me of: 1. There is not a single time that this song comes on the radio that I do not sing-a-long with it. It doesn’t even matter where its playing, I will be there, singing. 2. One of my favorite memories of this song was one night, when my daughter Julia was in high school, I was picking up her, and two of her friends, from a party they had been to. It was the middle of the Summer, and it was late at night. They … Continue reading Friday Five :: Reminds me that there’s time to change

Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat :: songs and writings

“I’ve been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see. Painted faces fill the places I can’t reach. You know that I could use somebody.” Growing up in the shadows of broken homes, television show (non) realism, and the echoes of childhood fairy tales, well it becomes quite the feat of strength and persistence, and belief, to be in love. We are encouraged to be independent, to not need anyone, to play games and act coy, and not let it out how much we care. It is some kind of strike against feminism, and the good fight those … Continue reading Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat :: songs and writings

The 80’s :: Your mama don’t know what I got in store for you

“Well, we found a little place that didn’t look half bad, I had a whiskey on the rocks, and changed half a dollar for the jukebox.” History Lesson:  Rock This Town is a song by the Stray Cats from their UK debut album Stray Cats. Its first U.S. release was on the 1982 album Built for Speed. It peaked at #9 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1982, becoming the first of the band’s three top ten hits in the U.S. It had also previously reached this position on the UK Singles Chart in 1981. The song has been listed by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as one of the 500 songs that … Continue reading The 80’s :: Your mama don’t know what I got in store for you

FLTS Friday :: Youre too old to lose it, too young to choose it

Rock and Roll Suicide (live) :: David Bowie “Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth. You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette. The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget. Ohhh how how how, you’re a rock n roll suicide.” Fucking love this song Friday Continue reading FLTS Friday :: Youre too old to lose it, too young to choose it

Look at the stars :: musical sensory recall

“Where I’m seeing you there, with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught.” Another night with the same patterns, the same ice clinking in a cold, damp glass, and those same unnamed expectations. I look next to me and wonder how I got here again. No matter how much older I have become I still feel those pangs of adolescent nerves pulsing just under my skin. This does not feel all that different from some High School dance in a dimly lit gym – we all stand to one side, lingering, hoping for something to happen. The … Continue reading Look at the stars :: musical sensory recall

No one could ever forget :: song of the day

“It shouldn’t hurt me to be free, it’s what I really need, to pull myself together. But, if it’s so good being free, would you mind telling me, why I don’t know what to do with myself?” In dreams we were friends, hands clasped and running. The air was unseasonably cool, the sun barely there, doing a catch me if you can dance between the low hanging trees. You said something I could not quite make out, but it made us both laugh, breathlessly, as we continued running. You were taller than I remembered, a little bit older, creases deep at the … Continue reading No one could ever forget :: song of the day