+listening to: beautifully broken by gov't mule
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Sunday, September 27
Friday, September 25
| day 10 - the last |  |
song for friday: #41
the words:
"i will go in this way
and i'll find my own way out
i won't tell you to stay
but i'm coming to much more"
me:
i hold nothing but gratitude. it's really a feeling of appreciation that one cannot describe. thank you thank you thank you thank you... i wished i could go on for the rest of my life, but i'm afraid you'll leave this world without hearing that last one.
+listening to: #41 by dave matthews band
Thursday, September 24
| day 9 | |
song for thursday: stay
the words:
"and it began to rain
oh we were dancing mouths open
splashing tongue taste
for a moment this good time would never end"
me:
doing nothing for the fun of it, a little taste of the good life? i guess it would be oh so sweet like honey. or maybe not. would you stay just a little while longer? so i could scribble in my mind the notes of your hair and have a perfume made. it'll be like wearing you all day.
+listening to: stay by dave matthews band
Wednesday, September 23
| day 8 | |
song for wednesday: so much to say
the words:
"i find sometimes its easy to be myself
sometimes i find better to be somebody else"
me:
talk about the weather? yep it's relevant. how about the food? i might have been bragging a little. you said you're gonna try. i said i am gonna buy. the spark in your eye rekindled my spirits. i'm sorry i wasn't kinder. can i ask you out?
+listening to: so much to say by dave matthews band
Tuesday, September 22
| day 7 | |
song for tuesday: jimi thing
the words:
"lately i've been feeling low
a remedy is what i'm seeking
i take a taste of whats below
come away to something better"
me:
human nature? i see it clear as day. thank god for true friends. water under the bridge, don't mention it and thank you very much. the freedom oh the freedom. i ride and i ride on. you could keep me floating. it's like flying but better. it's like drowning, but the aches feel so surreal.
+listening to: jimi thing by dave matthews band
Monday, September 21
| day 6 | |
song for monday: lie in our graves
the words:
"when i step into the light
my arms are open wide
when i step into the light
my eyes searching wildly"
me:
sometimes when i'm walking by the water, i dream about things that i might have been. but then those words would come seeping into the subconscious. the way you spell them, it makes me smile. those punctuations, they make my day.
+listening to: lie in our graves by dave matthews band
Sunday, September 20
| day 5 | |
song for sunday: sister
the words:
"i hope you always know it’s true
i would never make it through
you could make the heavens fall
just by walking away"
me:
sometimes i cry, knowing that i was wrong, thinking that i was right. you won't be there forever. i know. when you ache i can feel your tears running down my face. i will make up for lost time, i will. i remember, your endless sacrifice.
+listening to: sister by dave matthews and tim reynolds
Saturday, September 19
| day 4 | |
song for saturday: bartender
the words:
"when i was young, i didnt dream about it
now i think about it all the time"
me:
why do i feel guilty to live in the moment and savor that every last drop of it? society, will you be lonely without me? i'm glad my friend that you understand, we both know that life is too damn precious to waste on the pursuit of anything other than true happiness.
+listening to: bartender by dave matthews band
Friday, September 18
| day 3 | |
song for friday: crash into me
the words:
"in you my friend
into your heart i'll beat again
lost for you i'm so lost for you
you come crash into me"
me:
i'd never thought we'd ever meet. but you and i are worlds apart, the pain. the pain. if only this life was perfect, you'd be the saving grace to my soul. i only stare from a distance, because i'm afraid of losing even that ephemeral moment.
+listening to: crash into me by dave matthews band
Thursday, September 17
| day 2 | |
song for thursday: all along the watchtower
the words:
"all along the watchtower
princes kept the view
while all the women came and went
bare-foot servants too"
me:
as i drowned in the early morning self-pity. the subject of you never ceases to fade away. this ivory tower that we've shut ourselves in, how i wish that i was someone else and that you were too.
+listening to: all along the watchtower (feat. david ryan harris) by dave matthews band
Wednesday, September 16
| day 1 | |
song for wednesday: the maker
the words:
"from across the great divide
in the distance i saw a light
john baptist
walking to me with the maker"
me:
a month since that fateful night. what have i done? nothing. comfortably numb, letting the days slip away. where is the calling i thought i heard. give me another chance?
+listening to: the maker by dave matthews band
Tuesday, September 15
| 1 song a day for the next 10 days | |
a song to start off: i'll back you up
the words:
"would you like to dance,
around the world with me?"
me:
i want to see the things from the clouds above. walk down the road less traversed. self-preservation. i restrain. but i can't help look into those eyes, it's seeing the greatest view.
+listening to: i'll back you up by dave matthews band
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Sunday, September 13
| sunday morning | |
it's been almost a week. i need a fix. a fix of words that speak volumes when all i could hear in the room was silence. and the rustling leaves. i could always count on them.
a sumptuous bowl of chicken noodle soup at just the right temperature, with lightly toasted croutons half submerged like rafts lost at sea - that's the flavors of soul. memories of freezing winter nights and a warm and fuzzy feeling deep inside.
week in, week out. looking at the world from inside the glass prison. never seeing that last drop of whatever poison that runs coarsely through my veins, yet knowing that the bottles kept emptying. the sorrows, momentarily drowned. and happiness prevails. unadulterated albeit short lived happiness. and then the cycle restarts itself as is with life.
how are you all feeling today? i half-heartedly wanted to know. and then i looked at the clock, and decided that it's best to stash that thought at the back of my mind, until i really mean it in the sincerest of ways.
green green red green green green orange. orange... should i start a conversation? i wouldn't know what to say. one-line conversation killers are my specialty. i can't do small talk. i do heart to heart.
i think it's gone now. the urge for that fix. and i should probably get back to work. hit play and wait for it... there.
+listening to: i'll back you up by dave matthews and tim reynolds
Saturday, September 5
Friday, September 4
Thursday, September 3
| play the days away | |
playing my sweet guitar. the last piece of dreadful work for the week has been turned in. and life regains some tranquility. not for long though.
sometimes i wish i could just play my guitar and listen to good music all day.
i don't need to step a foot outside the room. just the warmth of the sun's rays through the shutter shades as they fall gracefully on the bed. i close my eyes. and the music takes me EVERYWHERE. places i've never dreamed of going.
how about a trip down memory lane. remember that painful breakup? of course i don't. but i feel you man. sitar. india? middle east? who knows. but sure as hell it's a pretty damn sweet sound. have you ever heard people talking in their graves? i have. just ask the people in gravedigger.
i'm savoring these shortlived moments as i await the next thing that has to be done. it's always one after another.
i need room to breathe. room for squares.
+listening to: don't drink the water by dave matthews & tim reynolds
Wednesday, September 2
| trouble is... | |
nothing particular on my mind. yet the anxiousness... it's making me sick. 4:25. 4:26. waiting for an eternity to see the promised sunrise.
doing things one at a time. fit the last piece of the puzzle into the housing situation next year. the house is complete. and i'm already excited about next year. time to move on to the next puzzle.
4:28. the squirrels are sleeping. there's only the crickets left now. a sip of water? thank you very much. the air is still but crisp. perfect time to get some work done.
4:30. let's go let's go. crash into me.
4:35. #41.
+listening to: #41 by dave matthews band
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