Lyrics of the Day

azure ray
I’m a little worried
That I killed something inside of me
When I let you goDays were dark with you in my mind
I thought it best to be freeAnd now the birds don’t sing
And the trees don’t speak
And I don’t see signs in the leaves
Anymore

I’m a little worried
That I killed something inside of me
When I let you go

It’s a stranger’s eyes that won’t meet mine.
There’s nothing left there to divide

‘Cause the birds don’t sing
And the trees don’t speak to me
And I don’t see signs in the leaves
Anymore

I’m a little worried
I’m a little worried
That I killed something inside of me
When I let you go
When I let you go
When I let you go

Signs in the Leaves, Azure Ray

 

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Lyrics of the Day

glen-hansard-jeff-meade
Even if a day feels too long, if you feel like you can’t wait another one
And you’re slowly giving up on everything, love is gonna find you again.
Love is gonna find you, you better be ready then.You’ve been kneeling in the dark for far too long.
You’ve been waiting for that spark, but it hasn’t come.
Well I’m calling to you please, get off the floor
A good heart will find you again.
A good heart will find you, just be ready then.

Tethered to a bird of sorrow, a voice that’s buried in the hollow
You’ve given over to self-deceiving, you’re prostrate bowed, but not believing
You’ve squandered more than you can borrow
You’ve bet your joy on all tomorrows, for the hope of some returning’
While everything around you is burning.

Come on, we gotta get out, get out of this mess we made
And still for all our talk, we’re both so afraid.
Will we leave this up to chance like we do everything?
Love is gonna find us again
Love is gonna find us, we’ve got to be ready then.

Tethered to a bird of sorrow, a voice that’s buried in the hollow
You’ve given over to self-deceiving, you’re prostrate bowed, but not believing
You’ve squandered more than you could borrow
And you bet your joys on all tomorrows, for the hope of some returning
While everything around you’s burning.
Well I’m not leaving you here, I’m not leaving you here. I’m not leaving.

I’m hanging on
Hanging on, with the faithful.

 

Bird of Sorrow, Glen Hansard

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Lyrics of the Day

greg_laswell
If I could write out my own dream
For the next time that I sleep
You’d be the first one that I see
And I the last one that you keep
The dream would go on and on
While we sway
Against all things thrown our way
And the morning would be so cruel
When it came
With sunshine and warmth to bring
For announcing the end of my sweet dream
For announcing the end of my sweet dream

Sweet Dream, Greg Laswell

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Lyrics of the Day

rocco

A father can give you his words
But words are just symbols for things.
And after he’s gone
That’s when you learn to sing.

A mother can give you her breast
But soon that’s all she’ll bring.
And when she’s left
That’s when you learn to sing.

People live this life.
I know we lie and deceive.
It’s learned that I’m blind.
I just wanted
To believe.

And when your love grabs your arm
And whispers the sweetest of lies
And all those around you, they wonder
How can you’ve been surprised.
It’s written in her eyes
That hope is a dangerous thing.
Nightingale, you stagger and fail
Is that how you’ve learned how to sing?

People live this life.
I know you lie and deceive.
I’m not so blind.
I just wanted…

People live the world.
I know you hurt and deceive.
I’m not so blind.
I just wanted
And I want, and I want
To believe.

And I want to believe.
And I just wanted…

When You Learn to Sing, Rocco DeLuca & The Burden

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Can’t We All Be A Little Nicer – Just A Little?

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We all have our snarky moments. I am certainly not going to pretend I don’t have bitchy posts hiding in my archives. Nor will I pretend that future posts won’t be riddled with critiques on people, places, things, cultural issues, etc. I’m critical and judgmental to a fault. And, to be honest, there’s a place for the snarky and critical in our society. We don’t live in utopia, so let’s not pretend to.

But I’m seeing so many snarky blogs and articles today about things from the Oscars that should just be appreciated for what they are. No bitchy critique necessary. Just plain, deep, humane appreciation. And yet, somehow, people still manage to try and ruin something by picking it apart. And for no real reason.

If you’re going to critique something, beyond the basics of finding humor in it, make sure there’s a valid reason for it. Some things are not meant to be dissected, just appreciate them and move on. For instance:

Lady Gaga’s performance – she killed it. Why people aren’t already aware that she has an amazing voice boggles my mind, but in case you didn’t know that, now you do. Sure you can critique her for using the Oscars to change her image (that’s been happening for months anyway with Tony Bennett) but who cares? She performed the shit of out of that medley and that’s really all you need to focus on. No snark necessary.

Patricia Arquette’s speech – could she have been more articulate? Sure. Are there bigger issues than women’s rights in America? Absolutely. I could provide you a long list of what I personally believe are bigger issues in our global society than women’s equal rights in America. But it’s her moment, and it’s her speech. And kudos to her for taking that moment and making it about something other than herself for the 30 seconds she was given to accept her award.

Graham Moore’s speech – believe it or not there are some ridiculously critical and snarky posts today about his speech not being clear or succint in its intentions. Are you fucking serious internet? That speech may not have meant anything to you but I guarantee it meant something to a whole lot of young people who understood every single intention behind his words. Shame on you for taking something so genuine and heartfelt and trying to taint it. Seriously internet – SHAME ON YOU.

Anyway – this is just one girl’s opinion. I’m sure by the end of the week I will post a blog about something that is so bitchy and so snarky that it will completely taint the intention of this post.  But today my Pollyanna is winning the war in my brain, and I’m okay with that.

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Lyrics of the Day

wade bowen

Why did I think that I could change you?
I loved you more than my own life, its true
Well I didn’t wanna say goodbye to you
With that last hurt I got the strength to

Two years and some change since we split ways
This town and its memories make me pay
Our old friends faces is where they stay
And they come collecting everyday

Gotta break these ties that bind me down
I’m growing sick and tired of feelin’ so run down
I gotta make myself a ghost in this town

Its worse when I find myself all alone
Don’t miss your kiss, your touch they’re long gone
But sometimes these walls they mumble and they moan
I guess they’re just used to having someone

I gotta break these ties that bind me down
I’m growing sick and tired of feelin’ so run down
I gotta make myself a ghost in this town

I cant let my own heart be my own prison
Its time that I break out
Its time that I start over now…

Gotta break these ties that bind me down
I’m growing sick and tired of feelin’ so run down
I gotta make myself a ghost in this town
Yeah I gotta break these ties that bind me down
Oh I’m growing sick and tired of feelin’ so run down
Yeah I gotta make myself a ghost
I gotta make myself a ghost
I gotta make myself a ghost in this town

Ghost in This Town, Wade Bowen

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Lyrics of the Day

wilco_bw_1

Once I thought the world was crazy
Everyone was sad and chasing
Happiness and love and
I was the only one above it

Once I thought without a doubt
I had it all figured out
Universe with hands unseen
I was cold as gasoline

Took too long to think
I was wrong to believe in me only

Once my life was a game so unfair
It beat me down and kept me there
Unaware of my naysayer
Solitaire was all I was playing

Took too long to see
I was wrong to believe in me only

Solitaire, Wilco

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