Happiness, it hurt like a train on a track,
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back.
She hid around corners and she hid under beds,
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled.
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink.
The dog days are over,
The dog days are done.
The horses are coming so you better run.
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father,
Run for your children and your sisters and brothers.
Leave all your love and your loving behind you,
Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.
The dog days are over,
The dog days are gone.
Can you hear the horses, 'cause here they come.
And I never wanted anything from you,
Except everything you had and what was left after that too.
Happiness it hurt like a bullet in the mind,
Stuck them up drainpipes by someone who should know better than that.
The dog days are over,
The dog days are gone.
Can you hear the horses, 'cause here they come.
Run fast for your mother and fast for your father,
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers.
Leave all your love and your loving behind you,
Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.
The dog days are over,
The dog days are gone.
Can you hear the horses, 'cause here they come.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Rearview
I use to tell myself that you would wait.
I borrowed time for two and I twisted fate.
I left us floating in the air for wind to hold on to.
It let me down, it let you go.
I drive around like everything's okay,
And I feel the lightning in our own mistakes.
And I was gonna tell you I wish all our wrongs could be right -
I'm too late.
I looked in my rearview,
And now I don't see you.
Sometimes the things you want are hard to take,
Sometimes the ones you love are risks you don't make, yeah.
The dust has settled into nothingness,
And I yearn for yesterday.
Just look around, I'm still the same.
So many things that we didn't say,
So many reasons the world's not the same.
Oh, it's not the same.
I drive around like nothing's here has changed,
But I know the sky has one more cloud to break.
And I was gonna tell you I wish all our wrongs could be right -
I'm too late.
I looked in my rearview,
And now I don't see you
I used to tell myself
That you would wait.
I borrowed time for two and I twisted fate.
I left us floating in the air for wind to hold on to.
It let me down, it let you go.
I drive around like everything's okay,
And I feel the lightning in our own mistakes.
And I was gonna tell you I wish all our wrongs could be right -
I'm too late.
I looked in my rearview,
And now I don't see you.
Sometimes the things you want are hard to take,
Sometimes the ones you love are risks you don't make, yeah.
The dust has settled into nothingness,
And I yearn for yesterday.
Just look around, I'm still the same.
So many things that we didn't say,
So many reasons the world's not the same.
Oh, it's not the same.
I drive around like nothing's here has changed,
But I know the sky has one more cloud to break.
And I was gonna tell you I wish all our wrongs could be right -
I'm too late.
I looked in my rearview,
And now I don't see you
I used to tell myself
That you would wait.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Birthday
Short and sweet:
Birthday wishes to one of the most incredible people in my life.
I adore you and words simply cannot tell you how much you mean to me, today and always.
Happy Birthday bella.
ILU
<3
Birthday wishes to one of the most incredible people in my life.
I adore you and words simply cannot tell you how much you mean to me, today and always.
Happy Birthday bella.
ILU
<3
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Devil Wouldn't Recognize You
As quiet as it is tonight you almost think you were safe.
Your eyes are full of surprises, they cannot predict my fate.
Waiting underneath the stars, there's something you should know,
The angels they surround my heart telling me to let you go.
I barely couldn't,
I barely couldn't recognize.
But I played right into it,
Who am I to criticize?
Somehow I'll get through it
And you won't even realize
Falling through your own disguise
It's like over and over,
You're pushing me right down to the floor,
I should just walk away.
Over and over,
I keep on coming back for more,
I play into your fantasy.
Now that it's over,
You can lie to me right through your smile,
I see behind your eyes.
Now I'm sober,
No more intoxicating my mind.
Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.
Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.
You almost fooled yourself this time, let all the saints be praised.
You hide your sadness behind your smile and you keep your lost heart braced.
The steps that edge along the ledge is much higher than it seems.
But I've been on that ledge before, you can't hide yourself from me.
It's like over and over,
You're pushing me right down to the floor,
I should just walk away.
Over and over,
I keep on coming back for more,
I play into your fantasy.
Now that it's over,
You can lie to me right through your smile,
I see behind your eyes.
Now I'm sober,
No more intoxicating my mind.
Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.
Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.
Your eyes are full of surprises, they cannot predict my fate.
Waiting underneath the stars, there's something you should know,
The angels they surround my heart telling me to let you go.
I barely couldn't,
I barely couldn't recognize.
But I played right into it,
Who am I to criticize?
Somehow I'll get through it
And you won't even realize
Falling through your own disguise
It's like over and over,
You're pushing me right down to the floor,
I should just walk away.
Over and over,
I keep on coming back for more,
I play into your fantasy.
Now that it's over,
You can lie to me right through your smile,
I see behind your eyes.
Now I'm sober,
No more intoxicating my mind.
Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.
Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.
You almost fooled yourself this time, let all the saints be praised.
You hide your sadness behind your smile and you keep your lost heart braced.
The steps that edge along the ledge is much higher than it seems.
But I've been on that ledge before, you can't hide yourself from me.
It's like over and over,
You're pushing me right down to the floor,
I should just walk away.
Over and over,
I keep on coming back for more,
I play into your fantasy.
Now that it's over,
You can lie to me right through your smile,
I see behind your eyes.
Now I'm sober,
No more intoxicating my mind.
Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.
Even the devil wouldn't recognize you, but I do.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Dancing Shoes
It's so nice to see you.
Can we sit and talk for a while?
I have searched forever,
I can't imagine anything better.
Kids upon the stairway,
Couples on the sidewalk squares.
If I get to your heart soon,
I'll call a perfect afternoon.
Won't you call my number.
Don't push, but don't hesitate.
Wake me from this slumber.
Rush me, but leave time to wait.
Checkmate on my shoulder.
I'm tired of this win or lose.
Well, I'm no knight in shining armor,
But I'm no pair of dancin' shoes.
My patience ran away.
Take me with you.
You keep me holding on.
Nothin's understood,
You're so confusing,
Tell it to me straight.
Won't you call my number.
Don't push, but don't hesitate.
Wake me from this slumber.
Rush me, but leave time to wait.
Rush me but leave time to wait.
I got nothin' left to lose,
But I'm no pair of dancin' shoes.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Phone
Walking across campus tonight to my car, I couldn't find my keys. I started to shake my bag furiously, to attempt to locate the jingling of my keys, inside my massive purse (which contained my wallet, a book, numerous tissues, a chocolate bar, lip gloss, my phone and the elusive keys).
During my crazy shaking-of-my-large-purse, my phone became dislodged and went flying across the concrete, hitting the ground so hard that the battery door flew off.
I then screeched like a crazy person.
I think I frightened the people standing nearby.
And they may have laughed at me.
Either way, the important matter of this story is that:
1. My phone is okay (thank jeebus)
2. I attended my last class at Western tonight. Without much fanfare.
Doesn't feel like four years are over...
During my crazy shaking-of-my-large-purse, my phone became dislodged and went flying across the concrete, hitting the ground so hard that the battery door flew off.
I then screeched like a crazy person.
I think I frightened the people standing nearby.
And they may have laughed at me.
Either way, the important matter of this story is that:
1. My phone is okay (thank jeebus)
2. I attended my last class at Western tonight. Without much fanfare.
Doesn't feel like four years are over...
Article: "Why I'm Alone" by Lea Lane
An article printed in the Huffington Post, titled "Why I'm Alone." Some of my favourite reasons:
People ask me why I'm still alone, and why I don't seek to date much, eight years after my husband died. I thought about it the other day, and came up with a few of the reasons.
I'm alone because:
... I find myself sitting in front of the computer, and three hours later I look up and the sun is down and it's too late to ask someone to go out to dinner, so I spread some cream cheese and mild salsa on wheat crackers and watch Olbermann. And I'm fine with it.
... I sometimes like it, so I won't go out and beat the bushes for some nice-enough fellow who belches so loud I jump and doesn't listen and who doesn't make me smile enough to put up with strange noises and indifference.
... I'm now used to getting up when I want and drinking from the juice bottles and not shaving my legs and leaving dishes from the night before on my bed and getting up at 3am and seeing a movie and going back to bed at 5am and not hearing a word of scorn, and not that many people can deal with that kind of thing.
... I appreciate solitude.
... I can scratch my own itches.
... it's peaceful.
... I have friends who laugh and go out to concerts and play Scrabble and keep me occupied when I want to go out and we seem to laugh more than our married friends and we even look happier, even if we aren't, but I suspect we might be, at least more so than many.
... I'm independent and outspoken and most men don't much care for women who debate them and who don't hope to get married and cook for them.
... I don't want to be a nurse for the men who still run after me, who can't even run.
... I don't want my heart broken again. Ever.
... I don't find it easy to trust.
... my memories and dreams are often X-rated and I can return to them when I want a thrill.
... I'm comfortable in my skin.
... you're more alone in an unhappy relationship than you really ever are without a relationship at all.
... my friends don't introduce me to anyone anymore because they know that unlike some women my age who settle, I want a bit more than "mammal" on my wish list.
... life doesn't always wind up the way you expect it to, and you roll with it.
... I choose to be.
... I'm able to be.
People ask me why I'm still alone, and why I don't seek to date much, eight years after my husband died. I thought about it the other day, and came up with a few of the reasons.
I'm alone because:
... I find myself sitting in front of the computer, and three hours later I look up and the sun is down and it's too late to ask someone to go out to dinner, so I spread some cream cheese and mild salsa on wheat crackers and watch Olbermann. And I'm fine with it.
... I sometimes like it, so I won't go out and beat the bushes for some nice-enough fellow who belches so loud I jump and doesn't listen and who doesn't make me smile enough to put up with strange noises and indifference.
... I'm now used to getting up when I want and drinking from the juice bottles and not shaving my legs and leaving dishes from the night before on my bed and getting up at 3am and seeing a movie and going back to bed at 5am and not hearing a word of scorn, and not that many people can deal with that kind of thing.
... I appreciate solitude.
... I can scratch my own itches.
... it's peaceful.
... I have friends who laugh and go out to concerts and play Scrabble and keep me occupied when I want to go out and we seem to laugh more than our married friends and we even look happier, even if we aren't, but I suspect we might be, at least more so than many.
... I'm independent and outspoken and most men don't much care for women who debate them and who don't hope to get married and cook for them.
... I don't want to be a nurse for the men who still run after me, who can't even run.
... I don't want my heart broken again. Ever.
... I don't find it easy to trust.
... my memories and dreams are often X-rated and I can return to them when I want a thrill.
... I'm comfortable in my skin.
... you're more alone in an unhappy relationship than you really ever are without a relationship at all.
... my friends don't introduce me to anyone anymore because they know that unlike some women my age who settle, I want a bit more than "mammal" on my wish list.
... life doesn't always wind up the way you expect it to, and you roll with it.
... I choose to be.
... I'm able to be.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Female Powers
Lindsay: Still waiting for a drink?
Man friend: Yeah. The bartender looked right at me, then served someone else.
Lindsay: I'll help.
*leans over bar and smiles*
*two bartenders appear*
Bartender: What would you like?
Works every time...
Man friend: Yeah. The bartender looked right at me, then served someone else.
Lindsay: I'll help.
*leans over bar and smiles*
*two bartenders appear*
Bartender: What would you like?
Works every time...
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