“The closer he looks at the child, the less he sees … The more he looks at it, there’s nothing there. He fears that the more you look at him the less you see. There isn’t anything there.” - John Hughes
(Source: davidfincherings, via capricious-tendencies)
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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I’ve been listening to Plaid Dragon’s “Dog Physics” on repeat for an hour, pondering actual methods to teach a dog physics and smiling for, well, a lot of the reasons.
(via okigetit)
When you get older it won’t get easier
All of the lines are blurred
Try to tell the difference between who you are
And who you thought you would be
I’m not saying you can’t
Or maybe, maybe you won’t
Maybe you won’t
Before complications and sadness muddy up
All of the plans that you made
Promise me that you will try to take it all in
All of your losses and wins
I’m not saying you never
Or maybe you couldn’t today
But will you try, just try
Before it all passes you by
It’s not enough for you to just nod your head
Or tell me that you will then you won’t instead
Now that you are old enough to understand the truth
It’s not so easy to do
Growing up is hard enough without the added work
Of figuring out what you were
I’m not saying you can’t
Or maybe, maybe you won’t
Will you try, just try
Before it all passes you by
(Source: Spotify)
…and now reaching back to nearly the beginning of my CD collection, my memory is serenading me with “Little Bird, Little Bird” from my favorite show, Man of La Mancha.
(Source: Spotify)
…following my previous post, sometimes the DJ in my head is very literal.
Imogen Heap — “Little Bird”
I finally listened to Lisa Hannigan’s World Cafe session, more than pleased that she played my most favorite of her songs. Having insight into a beloved song from the artist’s perspective always adds such depth to the listening experience.
Lisa Hannigan — “Little Bird”
Your heart sings like a kettle
and your words, they boil away like steam.
A lie burns long while the truth bites quick,
a heart is built for both it seems.
You are lonely as a church,
despite the queuing out your door.
I am empty as a promise, no more.
When the time comes,
and rights have been read,
I think of you often
but for once I meant what I said.
I was salted by your hunger,
now you’ve gone and lost your appetite
and a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight.
I am lonely as a memory
despite the gathering round the fire.
Aren’t you every bird on every wire?
When the time comes,
and rights have been read,
I think of you often
but for once I meant what I said.
Here I stay, I lay me down,
in a house by the Hill.
Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill.
(Source: Spotify)
A cover of the song “Hallelujah,” written by Leonard Cohen and famously covered by Jeff Buckley.
Made especially for Ms. Karina Paje, in recognition of her very meaningful support re: Kickstarter. THANKS KARINA!!!
Another rare song that I enjoy both original and covered. Here’s Jenny Owen Youngs’s take on Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah,” the 5th version I love of this incredible tune.
And how adorably sweet is JOY’s sincere “thank you”?
Treading water
Has all but exhausted me.
I swim
And float
And drift
Toward the unseen shoreline,
Doing all I can
To keep my head above the waves
That break
Upon my forward gazing face,
Always in fear
Of the current,
Of the undertow,
Of drowning.
Just as my outstretched toes
Brush against loose sand
And the edge of land
Offers the promise of sure footing,
I am overcome
With a strong desire
To dive backward.
Joe Purdy — “Rainy Day Lament”
Where do you go when your luck runs out
Yeah, where do you go
Where do you go when you’re down
And where do you go when you feel like crying
Where do you go
Where do you go when you’re down
Won’t you come inside with me today
You could stay inside with me today
Can’t you see it’s gonna rain
And how do you feel when the lights go out
How do you feel
How do you feel when you’re alone
How do you feel when there’s no one there
On the other end of the phone
Won’t you come inside with me today
Just stay inside with me today
Can’t you see it’s gonna rain
Can’t you see it’s gonna rain
It’s gonna rain
Don’t you wanna get warm
Don’t you wanna get dry
And don’t you wanna stay
Can’t you see its gonna rain
…
Keep listening past the silence for my favorite of many Purdy favorites:
Gotta get my head together, yeah
Gotta get my thinkin’ straight
Gotta keep my mind from racin’
But it might be too late
Well it might be too late
‘Cause these demons in my head
They just won’t wait
They just won’t wait
I feel just like a failure
Well maybe I am
Say it and give you somethin’ better
But I don’t think I can
Well I don’t think I can
‘Cause I got nothin’ else
In my hands
Yeah in my hands
And all these things I’m feelin’
Maybe I don’t wanna say
Maybe I’m just tired
Or maybe I’m not brave
Well maybe I’m not brave
Well maybe I’m afraid I can’t
Maybe I’m afraid I can’t
So come on over here
I don’t wanna be alone
But if you’re busy dear
I’ll see you later on, yeah
I’ll see you later on, yeah
I’ll see you later
As I consider my packed schedule for the coming month with hardly any fear that I have no downtime for weeks, it occurs to me that perhaps I could write a self-help book on how to change from being an introvert/recluse/”suburban hermit” to actually participating in life. But I’m not sure exactly how I’ve done it, and I’m even less sure I truly have.
During a long walk, as the sun set and I contemplated my uncommon views on life and family, and after a climactic Zombies, Run! moment, this song came on to make me smile and re-reassess.
Greg Laswell — “What a Day”
What a day to be alive
What a day to realize I’m not dead
What a day to save a dime
What a day to die trying
What a way to say good bye
What a wonderful life now, all a lie
What a way that you survive
What a day to say good night
Bring on the evening hours, I cry
Bring on the evidence of my life
Bring on the evening hours, I cry
Bring on the evidence of my life, of my life
…
(Source: Spotify)
I am a philosophic introvert who enjoys musing on most aspects of life and humanity, mostly because they often boggle my mind. I aspire to inspire similar ponderings in others so I might find companions on my journey through this world.
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