Coffee

this is my guitar, taylor, taking a nap.

This past Friday was our local teen center’s Coffeehouse event.  The rest of the show (and by that, I mean the rest of Heatherbird’s set) can be found here and here.

Filed under: Life, Music

when and where does this “real world” occur?

“They don’t even know what it is to be a fan.  Y’know?  To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts.”  -Sapphire, Almost Famous

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mr. tambourine man

bob dylan

though i know that evening’s empire has returned into sand,
vanished from my hand,
left me blindly here to stand,
but still not sleeping.

my weariness amazes me, i’m branded on my feet,
i have no one to meet
and the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
i’m not sleepy and there is no place i’m going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
in the jingle jangle morning i’ll come followin’ you.

take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship,
my senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip,
my toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
to be wandering.

i’m ready to go anywhere, i’m ready for to fade
into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
i promise to go under it.

though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging
madly across the sun, it’s not aimed at anyone,
it’s just escaping on the run
and but for the sky there are no fences facing.

and if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
to your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind,
i wouldn’t pay it any mind,
it’s just a shadow that you’re seeing that he’s chasing.

then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind,
down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
the haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Filed under: Life, Music

stop a baby’s breath and a shoe full of rice

Filed under: Art, Life, Music

verve pipe

When I was young I knew everything
     And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
     Now I'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
    Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice 

     I can't be held responsible
     'Cause she was touching her face
     I won't be held responsible
     She fell in love in the first place 

     For the life of me I cannot remember
     What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
     For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
     We were merely freshmen 

     My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her
     His girl took a week's worth of Valium and slept
     Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor
     Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says

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wheels go round and round on my mind

—

restless hearts
i’ll sleep alone tonight
sending all my love along the wire

they say that the road ain’t no place to start a family;
right down the line it’s been you and me
and loving a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be

oh girl you stand by me – i’m forever yours.  faithfully

—

I just got back from rehearsal and between trying to pull my AP Chemistry grade up from the C+ to which it has fallen (yikes), trying to coordinate tutoring for NHS, sketching away on my tablet (which I finally found about six months after having lost it) for the Arabian Nights poster, and dealing with my smashed phone I’ve hardly had time to breathe.

Just a few things.

I’ve been doing a piece of modern art (you’ll see it eventually).

Cara and Taylor complemented my bangs today.

Corinne revamped her blog!

I found out that my character ‘Princess Nihara’ is in the original book named Nouronnihar.

I got the strangest urge to play Pokemon the other day.  :]

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—

softly you whisper
you’re so sincere
how could our love be so blind?

we sailed on together
we drifted apart
and here you are by my side

so now i come to you
with open arms
nothing to hide, believe what i say

so here i am with open arms
hoping you’ll see what your love means to me
open arms

—

Act One, in which she pretends she doesn’t care about him.
Act Two, in which he pretends he doesn’t care about her, but he goes right for her.
Act Three in which it all plays out the way she planned it. She’ll eat him alive.

-Polexia, Almost Famous

Filed under: Life, Music

half their lives they say goodnight to wives they’ll never know

i’ll find my way, i’m sure

it’s just a matter of time, really
but sometimes in my wandering
i wish you’d let well enough alone
it’s gone as quickly as it comes
or quicker
but i can’t help but wonder what it would be like
if we were ever really friends again

and i know, i know
i’ve got to learn, too, but

i wish you wouldn’t
snap so quickly
talk down to me
twist my words
make false promises
assume i can just forget it
expect me to follow you when you storm off
demand explanations because
i suppose i owe you

who knows, maybe i’m guilty of all of it too

but then again
you’re the one who doesn’t accept my decisions

respect me.

please?

Filed under: Life, Music, Poetry

brooke waggoner

young friend
there are
unspoiled sides of country
those hills make you moon and make you swooney
and they have wiped away  the bloom from your strawberry brow
with their wispy clutch and wispy gown

I got along just fine ’til I knew you
the saddest days were the ones that I’d lose you
but now I am free; so long, I’ll see you
next year when I’m strong and I mean it

young friend
there are
silos of things that make you want to grow
In the west on farms that sound like string-lit bows
they will keep you close and they
they will keep you in good company
like the sad old tunes that make you moody

Filed under: Life, Music

playlist update:

a new one

Filed under: Life, Music

all that ever really mattered was overlooked

unseen, katie armiger

i was right in front of you, standing in clear view
i had so much to show
i was like an open book; you never even looked
so much i wanted you to know
the deepest part of me, you never tried to reach
it would have been so easy

all you had to do was pay some attention
all you had to do was look past the surface
but, you never noticed much of anything
all you had to do was just try to listen
all you ever did was just catch a glimpse and the tragedy is that you left so much unseen

you know my favorite color’s blue, when I wore something new, and my favorite song
you didn’t know my biggest fear
was that you didn’t care
that this isn’t the life I want -
to be right by your side and have this great divide
we were close, but so far

(http://www.cmt.com/videos/katie-armiger/272219/unseen.jhtml)

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