I can see by her eyes she’s been waiting

I was becoming “Solitude Standing”, staring out windows, or rolling them down to let the salty air in. Squinting at my reflection in the dressing room mirrors wondering who I was becoming…

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Love, loss, and the last of the late Summer nights

Love, loss, and the last of the late Summer nights – A Female Friday Playlist

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Pretty in Pink (1986) :: Monday Movie Soundtracks

Pretty in Pink (1986) :: Monday Movie Soundtracks

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I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel :: A New York Playlist

I remember you well at the Chelsea Hotel :: A New York Playlist listen here at Spotify Fuel :: Ani DiFranco New York, New York :: Ryan Adams Twistin’ the Night Away :: Sam Cooke You Don’t Mess Around With Jim ;: Jim Croce 6th Avenue Heartache :: The Wallflowers Arthur’s Theme :: Christopher Cross…

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Friday Five :: Songs about Coffee

Songs about Coffee As my blog side-descriptor will attest, I am a coffee lover, as well as a music obsessive. Coming up with a list of songs about coffee is something I have done more than once, I even have a few Spotify playlists of that caffeinated ilk. So, as I sit here with music playing…

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Just don’t ask me how I am :: VOTD

Luka :: Suzanne Vega from the album, Solitude Standing Luka was the first single released off the 1987 album, Solitude Standing, from singer-songwriter, Suzanne Vega. This song is about child abuse. It tells the story of a frightened boy who is forbidden to talk about what he’s going on in his life in the apartment upstairs.…

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I suddenly remember each time we’ve met :: SOTD

Keep Art Alive :: “Eve” :: Art by Jolene Lai “And she says ‘I’ve come to set a twisted thing straight’ And she says ‘I’ve come to lighten this dark heart’ And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear And I say ‘I’ve never thought of finding you here’” Hours passed into…

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Hold me like a baby that will not fall asleep :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Kelly Vivanco Forgotten Saturdays, yesterdays, lemonade stand drive-ways. Sidewalk chalk bubblegum flavored, never ways. She tangles daisy chains and grass stains, late night coin-operated washing machine dreams. She asks the mislead Father time, “Why has the moon gone bad again?” Bounce the ball, pick-up the jacks, one by one…

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