This song is on Grace, the Legacy Edition. It didn't appear on the original.
A black eyed dog he called at my door A black eyed dog he called for more A black eyed dog he knew my name A black eyed dog.
Melancholia
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Muse HAARP - Apocalypse Please (Wembley Stadium)
Okay this is last one today I promise. But isn't this song fantastic! Who doesn't wish for an apocalypse now and again?
Muse - Ruled By Secrecy
God I love these guys. Their songs are so dramatic and emotional, I almost cry everytime I listen - this one in particular.
Don't Get Your Back Up - Sarah Harmer
I listened to this album over and over when I first bought it six years ago. Her music is so relatable and it just seemed to get better the more I listened.
Cat Power- Shaking Paper
I was lucky enough to see Cat Power at a Folk Festival. I love this song, but I have to admit, I have no idea what the lyrics mean, I just love the feel of it.
Hold the gun
Way deep down
Look out beyond the sun
Look out beyond the sun
Good things coming
'Cause the good thing's coming
Shotguns with no guns
Shot army with no army at all
I don't know what is worse
And I can't tell what is the best
People emphasize the way of the world
Demons despise the sound of shaking paper
Guess what I found out
You
Too
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Ghost
This is me at my computer, obviously. Seeing the office area from this perspective, makes me realize it's not a very inviting area. Believe it or not, this is actually an improvement over maybe a year ago. I mostly just re-arranged and cleaned up the office. But it still looks so...stale? And that's just it isn't it? Everything is bare, impersonal, hard. Just like me. It's like I've been afraid to personalize anything, make it my own. The other day, I went for a long walk in the evening. It wasn't so much a walk as a saunter. Or maybe a shuffle. Or maybe all three. I started out walking, when I arrived at the park, I sauntered, and as I became wrapped up in my own thoughts, I sort of shuffled about. I was overwhelmed with this sensation that I don't really exist. That I'm a ghost. I searched everywhere in that park for a sign of me, but there was none. When I came home, I lurked, yes lurked, around in my own yard, looking for signs of me, and found none. I peered into my windows to see if I could find me inside, but I could not. I'm a ghost, but I'm haunting a place I've never been.