I would break my back
just to carry you back home
to my arms again.
My latest obsession, especially after hearing it on the plane when Dave and I were coming back from DC. I love the Jason Mraz version, but I think glee’s rendition is precious!
You know that saying, “when God closes a door, he opens a window”?? Well sometimes, he’ll do you one better, and kick a whole wall down.
– GleeYou only know what I want you to
I know everything you don’t want me to
Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
Oh you think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
I always will
I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don’t have a choice but I still choose you
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
You saw my locked doors
and instead of a key, you
burned the whole house down.
These days, US foreign policy is all about MAS - Mutually Assured Surveillance. We monitor every other country in some sense, and they all know we’re watching them. We keep tabs on phone conversations, wiretap, read their newspapers. Well, except for one - what’s the one country we don’t monitor? That’s right, Great Britian. Oh, yeah, technically we don’t monitor Australia, either. They’re not much of a security threat. We figure those heathens won’t figure out how to use the phone for another hundred years or so.
– Professor Wiarda(why do I put up with his droning 8AM class every day? because he comes out with gems like this.)
Dad’s sunday morning impromptu piano concert reminded me how much I love this song. I move in and out of phases with elton john, in varying degrees of obsession depending on how much his songs fit the current events in my life. This one, though, says everything I want to say right now. Plus, the man’s a genius, and his piano playing kind of makes me want to laugh and cry all at the same time.
Don’t wish it away
Don’t look at it like it’s forever
Between you and me
I could honestly say
That things can only get better
And while I’m away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won’t be long
Before you and me run
To the place in our hearts
Where we hide
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second
Without hesitation
And never forget I’m your man
Without me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that’s why
They call it the blues
it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth;
the minor fall and the major lift,
the baffled king composing hallelujah.
note to self:
hot english breakfast tea with clover honey = a good thing.
philosophy book presents from my boyfriend = also a good thing.
using one as a makeshift coaster for the other = not such a good thing.
oops?
But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
– Kahlil Gibran (if you don’t know who he is, please go buy one of his works. immediately.)