Midnight coffee cups and other misguided ideas :: A Saturday Playlist

Keep Art Alive :: Photo from My Wedding Midnight coffee cups and other misguided ideas :: A Saturday Playlist Listen here at Spotify Into the Mystic :: Van Morrison So Long :: Leon Bridges You Send Me :: Caught A Ghost To Love Somebody :: Nina Simone Ooh La La :: Faces On the Radio :: Regina Spektor Falling Slowly :: Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova When You Break :: Bear’s Den Gold Guns Girls :: Metric District Sleeps Alone Tonight :: Frank Turner Lover, You Should’ve Come Over :: Jeff Buckley Blue Velvet :: Lana Del Rey Old Ties … Continue reading Midnight coffee cups and other misguided ideas :: A Saturday Playlist

And we might get lost someplace :: song of the day

My first car was my solace, my confessional, my escape. It was always full of music, clothing, bags of things; stickers on the outside and inside, sometimes an ice chest. Most often my best friend in the passenger seat; she played the navigator, and as such, she always — always — knew how to get everywhere. Often, too, there were various people cluttering the back seat, a cacophony of voices chiming back and forth made up of laughter, singing, arguing, and those deep conversations that only the open road can invoke. Truth be known, I hated going home. If I … Continue reading And we might get lost someplace :: song of the day

And it’s hard to say you don’t :: Two tune Saturday

Driving With the Brakes On (live) :: Del Amitri I might drive away (by me) I stumble halfheartedly through the day-to-day, picking up strays, thoughts, grey hair, ex-lovers, memories. Sometimes it all appears to me like a snapshot, of someone else’s place to be, and, I am just a shadow reflected on the wall, starstruck stuck, in the flickering brush of your lashes, on your rosy blushed cheeks. I wonder how we ended up in this carousal ride, circling around, flailing and flying, arms in the air, eyes closed, mesmerized. Did I once roll and ice blue pair of dice? … Continue reading And it’s hard to say you don’t :: Two tune Saturday

And its hard to say you don’t

I stumble half-heartedly through the day to day, picking up strays. thoughts, grey hair, memories. Sometimes it all appears to me like a snapshot, of someone else’s place to be. and, I’m just a shadow reflected on the wall. stuck, in the flickering brush of your lashes, on your rosy blushed cheeks. I wonder how we ended up on this carousel ride, circling around, flailing, arms in the air, eyes closed, mesmerized. Did I once roll an ice blue pair of dice? Were you blindfolded and spun around? Your finger landing here now today. Saying here it is, where I … Continue reading And its hard to say you don’t