Or is this the dream I've been saving?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Feist, Harbour Station, November 2008.
Leslie Feist is a big part of my life. Every night, it is her voice that puts me to sleep. She sings about things that I can relate too, maybe bacause she is from my neck of the woods. She tells stories in her songs, and you can get lost in how captivating they are as they unfold. She deserves all the fame she has gotten and more, and someday I will meet her.
The scarlet letter isn't black
Gotta know who's got your back
Because they're right in front of you
Because they're telling you the truth
So much present inside my present
Inside my present so...so much past
Inside my present inside my past
Inside my present
So, so
Feeling it from dark to bright
When a wrong becomes a right
When a mountain fills with light
It's a volcano, it's a volcanoIt's a volcano, it's a volcano
So much present, inside my present
Inside my present
So, so much past
Inside my present, inside my present
Inside my present
So, so much past...
Leslie Feist is a big part of my life. Every night, it is her voice that puts me to sleep. She sings about things that I can relate too, maybe bacause she is from my neck of the woods. She tells stories in her songs, and you can get lost in how captivating they are as they unfold. She deserves all the fame she has gotten and more, and someday I will meet her.
The scarlet letter isn't black
Gotta know who's got your back
Because they're right in front of you
Because they're telling you the truth
So much present inside my present
Inside my present so...so much past
Inside my present inside my past
Inside my present
So, so
Feeling it from dark to bright
When a wrong becomes a right
When a mountain fills with light
It's a volcano, it's a volcanoIt's a volcano, it's a volcano
So much present, inside my present
Inside my present
So, so much past
Inside my present, inside my present
Inside my present
So, so much past...
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
And with a faint taste of cigarettes you write hallelujah songs.
Ain't it wonderful feeling alright So I tickle up your backbone.
And at the break of day you sink into dream, you dreamer
On a date by a chocolate lake
Down by the rotary
Past town at the edge
Looking down at butterflies
And at the break of day you sink into dream, you dreamer
dreamer- jenn grant
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
hello world of blogging.
i'm a virgin blogger I guess you could say, seeing as this is my first ever post.
but I have blogging in my blood.
I'm mostly just going to be posting photos, maybe that have been recently taken or represent something going on in my life these days, then maybe a thought or two, or some music that has caught the attention of myself.
so...here I am, its nice to meet you.
This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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