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swede. spring 2011.

This is one of my most favorite songs in all the world… yes, I’m obsessed….

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said ‘yes I think we’ve met before’
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across pont champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in
Now you’re outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose
I’ll write you a postcard
I’ll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love…

Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…

There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say

I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say…

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fire island. august 2012.

“All of Me” by Tanlines:

Worn out faces
Hanging on the wall
Foreign places
Names you still recall

You said laugh to yourself
Why you just don’t care
Say the things no one else
Will ever dare

So pardon me for asking, pardon me for thinking
Pardon me for asking, pardon me for thinking
All of me is asking, all of me is thinking
All of me is asking, all of me is thinking

She said lie when you need it
Cut off emotions
Do what you don’t do

She said lie when you need it
Cut off emotions
I’m in awe of you

Said lie when you need it
Cut off emotions
Do what you don’t do

She said lie when you need it
Cut off emotions
I get all of you

So you lie to yourself
While you’re just not scared
All the things that you felt
Were always there

And the video is so good…

chatham, ma. 20 august 2012.

I fell off a bike while riding along in the Cape. Again. It’s a metaphor… all this cutting up and bleeding. It was the bottom of my foot that suffered most… don’t ride a bike barefoot. Ever.

My sister who had a ketchup bottle in hand when I came limping inside leaving bloody footprints in my wake, thought that with a few squirts of it on the floor and across my foot, we could diguise my stupidity from my mom. Mostly it just made the kitchen smell like a cheeseburger stand.

I never did grow up
Feels like I never will
My friends are all adults
I’m still a teenage girl

I haven’t changed a bit
I’m still not over it
I make the same mistakes
I make the same mistakes
I…

My friends are all a drag
They think I’m such a flake
They want to go to bed
I want to stay up late
Walking the streets alone
Thinking of you till dawn
I make the same mistakes
I make the same mistakes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2b7FyaynC0&feature=watch_response

new york city. august 2012.

I came across this John Waters quote in the city the other day. I love it. I also love this other quote by him below… they’re both far too perfect. My opinion of him, which was just “meh” before, has since changed.

“If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them.”

Words to live by, indeed.

boulder. july 2012.

It’s been two years since Azure Ray’s last album, Drawing Down the Moon. In September their fifth album, As Above So Below comes out and the first song off it, “Scattered Like Leaves,” is absolutely gorgeous.

“When you’re out at the bar and everyone looks like someone you used to know… and how could you love, and how could you forget so quickly where you were when you loved me… and you loved me. Once.”