Friday, June 09, 2006
It's Friday. Weird, since it seems like it was just Monday. Time goes so fast, I swear.
The summer has been nice for the low-key side of me. For instance, last night I got off work, came home, had a nice dinner with the familia, then watched "Sense and Sensibility" (which I got from Netflix). It was grand, really. I want to live in a Jane Austen novel. I wish times were still like that. I understand that that eliminates indoor plumbing and a lot of rights for women (the whole inheritance thing was rough back then, thus the premise of "Sense and Sensibility"); however, I just think that if people treated each other like like they did back then in this day and age, things would be a lot better. We'd be happier...I'm sure of it.
Aaand the lyrics of today come from two of my absolute favorites: Jennifer Knapp and Keith Urban.
Jennifer first.
"Fall Down"
Judge me not ye saints
For my history may be tainted
But I'm sober enough to know blood when I see it
I've borne my share of stones
Most of them easily thrown
But who's to deny your water-shed side leading me home?
Ohhh what am I supposed to do about it now?
Past regrets and long laments, they find me somehow.
Oh what am I supposed to do about it now?
What have I to do but fall down?
To spy from far away
May seem that I'm one to betray
But O how I try
The Spirit to guide
The promise you made
Ohhh what am I supposed to do about it now?
Past regrets and long laments, they find me somehow
Oh what am I supposed to do about it now?
What have I to do but fall down?
Hold me up
Never let me go
Love me when I'm broken
And speak to me
Ahhhh good song. And next we have Keith:
"Nobody Drinks Alone"
You brought that bottle home in a paper sack
Drew the blinds and locked the doors
And there's nothing but empty there inside that glass
So you pour a little more
And there's no one there to judge you
At least that's what you tell yourself, but
Don't you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon, every ghost
From your past
And every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Nobody drinks alone
Wow. The power of lyrics.
Just...wow.
Okay, that's it for now! I'm out to Barnes and Nobles to get my yuppie Starbucks coffee fix. And for a full explanation of yuppie, and all the types of yuppification, check out our good friend, Wikipedia.
Now what's there not to love? Oh stereotypes. :)
The summer has been nice for the low-key side of me. For instance, last night I got off work, came home, had a nice dinner with the familia, then watched "Sense and Sensibility" (which I got from Netflix). It was grand, really. I want to live in a Jane Austen novel. I wish times were still like that. I understand that that eliminates indoor plumbing and a lot of rights for women (the whole inheritance thing was rough back then, thus the premise of "Sense and Sensibility"); however, I just think that if people treated each other like like they did back then in this day and age, things would be a lot better. We'd be happier...I'm sure of it.
Aaand the lyrics of today come from two of my absolute favorites: Jennifer Knapp and Keith Urban.
Jennifer first.
"Fall Down"
Judge me not ye saints
For my history may be tainted
But I'm sober enough to know blood when I see it
I've borne my share of stones
Most of them easily thrown
But who's to deny your water-shed side leading me home?
Ohhh what am I supposed to do about it now?
Past regrets and long laments, they find me somehow.
Oh what am I supposed to do about it now?
What have I to do but fall down?
To spy from far away
May seem that I'm one to betray
But O how I try
The Spirit to guide
The promise you made
Ohhh what am I supposed to do about it now?
Past regrets and long laments, they find me somehow
Oh what am I supposed to do about it now?
What have I to do but fall down?
Hold me up
Never let me go
Love me when I'm broken
And speak to me
Ahhhh good song. And next we have Keith:
"Nobody Drinks Alone"
You brought that bottle home in a paper sack
Drew the blinds and locked the doors
And there's nothing but empty there inside that glass
So you pour a little more
And there's no one there to judge you
At least that's what you tell yourself, but
Don't you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon, every ghost
From your past
And every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Nobody drinks alone
Wow. The power of lyrics.
Just...wow.
Okay, that's it for now! I'm out to Barnes and Nobles to get my yuppie Starbucks coffee fix. And for a full explanation of yuppie, and all the types of yuppification, check out our good friend, Wikipedia.
Now what's there not to love? Oh stereotypes. :)
