So, thanks, in advance. :)
As for "Fav Lyrics Friday", check out Beck's "Orphans. It's not as long as some, and more poetic than some, not so much of a story, but a really cool and catchy song off his latest album Modern Guilt. As always it's most enjoyable to listen to the song play as you read along, so email subscribers click on the title "the slag hammer" and go right to my actual blog. It's at the top of the player.Enjoy your weekend! Remember to shake something at some point.
Think I'm stranded but I don't know where
I got this diamond I don't know how to shine
In the sun where the dark winds wail
And these children leave their rulers behind
As we cross ten leagues from a rubicon
The matchsticks for my bones
If we can learn how to freeze ourselves alive
We can learn to leave these burdens to burn
Cast out these creatures of woe
Who shatter themselves
Fighting the fire with your bare hands
Now my journey takes me further south
I want to hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone
And how can I make new again what rusts every time it rains
And the rain it comes and floods our lungs
We're just orphans in a tidal wave's wake
If I wake up and see my maker coming
With all of his crimson and his iron desire
We'll drag the streets with the baggage of longing
To be loved or destroyed
From a void to a grain of sand in your hand
I got this diamond I don't know how to shine
In the sun where the dark winds wail
And these children leave their rulers behind
As we cross ten leagues from a rubicon
The matchsticks for my bones
If we can learn how to freeze ourselves alive
We can learn to leave these burdens to burn
Cast out these creatures of woe
Who shatter themselves
Fighting the fire with your bare hands
Now my journey takes me further south
I want to hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone
And how can I make new again what rusts every time it rains
And the rain it comes and floods our lungs
We're just orphans in a tidal wave's wake
If I wake up and see my maker coming
With all of his crimson and his iron desire
We'll drag the streets with the baggage of longing
To be loved or destroyed
From a void to a grain of sand in your hand
7 comments:
I'm on it - thanks!
Thanks Kate-- I know, and thanks for the email Kris. Your thoughts are greatly appreciated.
Oh, Sue, I'm sorry for your dad. He's in my thoughts. Chin up!
Very Big Positive thoughts and love to your Dad. He'll be forever in my prayers.
-Lynn
Lots of good thoughts headed your way. All best to your Dad, your mom, & you.
Beth, Lynn, and Courtney--
Thanks so much. I'm sure my Dad will feel good seeing the comments (if he ever actually checks my blog-- ahem).
Seriously, thanks, very much appreciate the good vibes.
Mindy also contributed positive vibes over on facebook-- thanks Mindy!
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