Lyrics of the Day

leonard-cohen
The woman in blue, she’s asking for revenge,
the man in white — that’s you — says he has no friends.
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
and the trees are burning in your promised land.
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in the mine.Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb,
you say you’re kind of restless now and it’s on account of him.
Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night,
he was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight.

And there are no letters in the mailbox
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in the mine.

(You tell them now)

Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch,
some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch,
and the only man of energy, yes the revolution’s pride,
he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.

And there are no letters in the mailbox,
oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine,
and there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in your mine.
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
and there are no grapes upon the vine,
and there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in your mine.

 

Diamonds in the Mine, Leonard Cohen

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Lyrics of the Day

tegan

Where do you go with your broken heart in tow
What do you do with the left over you
And how do you know, when to let go
Where does the good go, where does the good go
Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t find me attractive
Look me in the heart and tell me you won’t go
Look me in the eye and promise no love’s like our love
Look me in the heart and unbreak broken, it won’t happen
It’s love that leaves and breaks the seal of always thinking you would be
Real, happy and healthy, strong and calm, where does the good go
Where does the good go
Where do you go when you’re in love and the world knows
How do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down
What do you say it’s up for grabs now that you’re on your way down
Where does the good go, where does the good go

Where Does the Good Go, Tegan and Sara

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Lyrics of the Day

Lucy-Schwartz-Life-In-Letters

Don’t wait up
I’ll be walking through the graveyard
And I’m hardly alive
If I try to survive with just a paper heart

And you know you’re not there
When the wind in your hair goes right through you
And you know that you’re gone
When the sound of a song cannot soothe you
And it’s a difficult burden to bear
When you’re not quite there

Call my name
Maybe if I hear it I’ll remember
‘Cause I’ve forgotten my past
I am only a mask, just a pretender

And you know you’re not there
When the wind in your hair goes right through you
And you know that you’re gone
When the sound of a song cannot soothe you
And it’s a difficult burden to bear
When you’re not quite there

Oh, we’re nothing but walking spirits
Only shadows, we’re only shadows
Screaming out but no one will hear us
Only shadows, we’re only shadows

And you know you’re not there
When the wind in your hair goes right through you
And you know that you’re gone
When the sound of a song cannot soothe you
And it’s a difficult burden to bear
When you’re not quite there

Graveyard, Lucy Schwartz

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Chicken Cacciatore

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When I was little my Mom used to make something called Kitchen Cacciatore. At least, that’s what she made according to my sister. I think I was well into middle school before I realized she had been pronouncing the name of the dish wrong our entire lives. Which is super cute and only a little annoying.

What my Mom actually made was Chicken Cacciatore. Sometimes also known in the world of recipes as Hunter Style chicken.

I decided to make it for the first time, based off the same recipe my Mom used back in the day, from The Joy of Cooking.

Now, let’s discuss the Joy of Cooking for a minute because – Oh. My. God. Good luck to anyone using that book if you’ve never cooked before. The instructions are SO minimal. They don’t even tell you to season the meat. CLEARLY you have to season the meat. OBVIOUSLY. But what if you are entirely new to cooking? What if you were raised on frozen and fast food and no one in your family cooked anything? And then you finally decided to take matters into your own hands but have zero idea what you’re doing or where to start. If that is the case this is not the book for you.

Step away from the book.

Go make friends with my pal Gordon or my bestie the Contessa. They will be specific. They will teach you. They will help you. The Joy of Cooking is clearly a book of its time because there is a massive assumption that you should already know what you’re doing. Irma Rombauer is not your friend or your teacher. She’s the mean substitute teacher who expects you know the answers to everything even though they haven’t been present for ANY of your education thus far. Sorry, Irma, but it’s true.

All that being said, her recipe produced a dish that was quite delicious. I think I can definitely improve on it (like adding a ton more seasoning), but as far as first tries go, it was a success.

Ingredients

  • A 4 lb chicken
  • 2 to 3 Tbs flour
  • 1/4 cup olive oil
  • 2 Tbs chopped shallots
  • (1 minced clove garlic)
  • 1/4 cup Italian tomato paste
  • 1/2 cup dry white wine
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1/4 tsp white pepper
  • 3/4 cup chicken stock
  • 1/2 bay leaf
  • 1/8 tsp thyme
  • 1/2 tsp basil
  • 1/8 tsp sweet marjoram
  • 1+ cup sliced mushrooms

Directions

  • Dredge chicken in flour. Saute until golden brown in olive oil with shallots (and garlic).
  • Add remaining ingredients. Simmer covered for 1 hour or until tender. Serve over noodles.

See – SO MUCH INSTRUCTION.

First, the chicken

First, the chicken

This is really the extent of the prep...so that's a bonus

This is really the extent of the prep…so that’s a bonus

Brown the chicken

Brown the chicken

Throw everything in together

Throw everything in together

Let it cook and TA-DA! Dinner is ready.

Let it cook and TA-DA! Dinner is ready.

This really is the easiest thing to make – ever. It helps that Irma kept it super simple and didn’t add a whole lot of ingredients here. If you look online for other versions of Chicken Cacciatore you’ll find that some have a ton of ingredients. I intend to try one of those to see what the difference really is, it may be even tastier with a few additions.

But for now, this recipe (once you season everything!) is solid and produces an easy, tasty meal. Perfect week night, throw everything in a pot and be back in an hour type of dish.

So thanks Irma. You’ve got a harder edge to your teaching than some, but at least the result is good.

Happy seasoning!

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Lyrics of the Day

Concert
Everybody go
The party’s over
I want to be alone in my head
In my bed tonight
You never showYou must really love her
You think I don’t know
But I do, yeah it’s true
I think over is over

I’m right back where I started
(when it comes to wanting you)
I can’t have what I wantedBut I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
If love is blind
If love’s a drug
It always is
It always was and
Love was surely made for fools like me

I know where I’m going
I’m tripping I’m sliding around
That’s ok
At least I’m excited
It wasn’t how I planned it
(wasn’t how I planned it
Feet are where I landed
At least I understand it now)
My feet are where I landed
(feet are staying on the ground)

Fools like me
Fools like me

I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed

Maybe it’s the sanest thing
Or just the sweetest kind of dream
But love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools like me

Fools Like Me, Lisa Loeb

 

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Lyrics of the Day

LucySchwartz-Kirk-21

I’ve been finding puzzle pieces of us
Kept in the dust
I’ve been hiding letters and photograph frames
To forget your name

We were never meant to be this damn broken
Words were never meant to be this half-spoken

Falling in the space between the universe
And all we see has gone away
Gone Away

I’ve been tracing my steps in fingerprint clues
And clips of the news
Wondering why in our lives the wind calls our name
And we’re never the same

We were never meant to be this damn broken
Words were never meant to be this half-spoken

Falling in the space between the universe
And all we see has gone away
Gone Away

Winding Circles take me back to
The place I knew when I was with you

Falling in the space between the universe
And all we see has gone away

Gone Away, Lucy Schwartz

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Lyrics of the Day

Hozier-From-Eden

You know better babe, you know better babe,
Than to look at it, look at it like that.
You know better babe, you know better babe,
Than to talk to it, talk to it like that.

Don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul
Honey, make this easy.
Leave it to the land, this is what it knows
Honey, that’s how it sleeps.

Don’t let it in with no intention to keep it
Jesus Christ! Don’t be kind to it.
Honey don’t feed it – it will come back.

You know better babe, you know better babe,
Than to smile at me, smile at me like that
You know better babe, you know better babe!
Than to hold me just, hold me just like that.

I know who I am when I’m alone
I’m something else when I see you
You don’t understand, you should never know
How easy you are to need

Don’t let me in with with no intention to keep me
Jesus Christ! Don’t be kind to me.
Honey don’t feed me – I will come back.

It can’t be unlearned
I’ve known the warmth of your doorways
Through the cold, I’ll find my way back to you
Oh please, give me mercy no more!
It’s a kindness you can’t afford!
I want you baby tonight, as sure as you’re born

You’ll hear me howling outside your door.
Don’t you hear me howling babe?
Won’t you hear me howling babe?
Don’t you hear me howling babe?
Once you here me howling, once you hear me howling, once you hear me howling babe!

It Will Come Back, Hozier

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