In lieu of any fascinating little tidbit about my life (ha), I offer you snippets of some of my favorite lyrics.
"The past is so angry to have to let go the night that it fights to its own blood-red death in the sky." --the incomparable George Barton
Love, love, love the imagery.
"Well, there's terror takin' over in the foreign lands, where they're fightin' over oil, and I don't understand--how many soldiers per gallon are we pumping in our cars today? It's kinda like votin', if you vote, they lie, and if you don't vote they lie anyway." --more George
"Got himself married at 17; she looked real pretty, but she talked kinda mean...he thought they'd work things out in the fullness of time. But 20 years later he's headed south, the close-range victim of her sawed-off mouth.." -the wonderful Dave Carter
"...a thorn by any other name draws blood..." --Dave again
"So the night comes and goes, and there's no one there to nurture but yourself, and you know that you've nothing left to lose. Will you stand in the road waiting for another searcher? Will you weep soft and low in the voice that your mother used to use?" --still more Dave
"love is an old root that creeps through the meadows of sleep when the long shadows cast, thin as a vagrant young vine, it encircles and twines, and it holds the heart fast, catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes and the moon in their tousled hair, but love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie and a half-whispered prayer" --guess who? Dave again
"and should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline between death and resurrection and the council of the pines, do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so, all your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when i go" --the very last from Dave, I promise, but I just love his work soooo much
"If I could spend my life in awe of everything I ever saw, you'd be the one to lift me up, higher than I am. And if the sky came crashing down, you'd be the only star I found. Of all those scattered on the ground, I'd hold you in my hand, hold you in my hand. Higher, higher, higher than I am." --Tara MacLean, who also has one of most beautiful singing voices known to man
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture TinkerBell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell
Cause I believe in fairy tales
And dreamer's dreams like bedsheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan and miracles,
And anything I can to get by...
And fireflies . . . --Lori McKenna (when she gets it, she gets it)
That's it for today, I think.