Monday, June 12, 2006
Okay, so let's just start this off right:
Me: Hello, my name is Angela, and I have a music addiction.
Now you say: Hello, Angela.
So yesterday I had a rough day. The solution? Hit the music section at Target. Was it effective? Most definitely. I bought Jack Johnson's "In Between Dreams" and I am in love. I have listened to it over and over for I don't even know how long. It's so good! Ah! I love music!
But seriously, how can you not love music with lyrics like this:
"Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart/Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?"
"We're shocking but we're nothing/We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless/We're just human, amusing and confusing/We're helping, rebuilding and we're growing"
"When your mind is a mess so is mine I can't sleep/Because it hurts when I think when my thoughts aren't at peace/With the plans that we make and the chances we take/They're not yours they're not mine/There are waves that can break/All the words that we said and the words that we mean/Because the world is awake so for somebody's sake/Now please close your eyes/Woman, please get some sleep"
"It's really too bad/He became a prisoner of his own past/He stabbed the moment in the back with a round thumbtack/That held up the list of things he got to do/It's really no good/He's moving on before he understood/He shot the future in the foot with every step he took/From the places that he's been because he forgot to look/He better staple it together and call it bad weather" (I LOVE that imagery!)
"But you can't stop nothing if you got no control/Of the thoughts in your mind that you kept and you know/That you don't know nothing but you don't need to know"
And the inspiration for what I'm doing as I write this:
"Maybe we could sleep in/I'll make you banana pancakes/Pretend like it's the weekend now/And we could pretend it all the time"
We didn't have any bananas in my house, so I'm rewriting it so it's "Strawberry Pancakes." Haha. Same difference, really. (?) I am making strawberry pancakes, having slept in, and I'm totally pretending it's the weekend. I haven't even thought of getting out of my pajamas yet. It's 1:30pm. :) Ahhh I love days off. And Jack Johnson.
Me: Hello, my name is Angela, and I have a music addiction.
Now you say: Hello, Angela.
So yesterday I had a rough day. The solution? Hit the music section at Target. Was it effective? Most definitely. I bought Jack Johnson's "In Between Dreams" and I am in love. I have listened to it over and over for I don't even know how long. It's so good! Ah! I love music!
But seriously, how can you not love music with lyrics like this:
"Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart/Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?"
"We're shocking but we're nothing/We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless/We're just human, amusing and confusing/We're helping, rebuilding and we're growing"
"When your mind is a mess so is mine I can't sleep/Because it hurts when I think when my thoughts aren't at peace/With the plans that we make and the chances we take/They're not yours they're not mine/There are waves that can break/All the words that we said and the words that we mean/Because the world is awake so for somebody's sake/Now please close your eyes/Woman, please get some sleep"
"It's really too bad/He became a prisoner of his own past/He stabbed the moment in the back with a round thumbtack/That held up the list of things he got to do/It's really no good/He's moving on before he understood/He shot the future in the foot with every step he took/From the places that he's been because he forgot to look/He better staple it together and call it bad weather" (I LOVE that imagery!)
"But you can't stop nothing if you got no control/Of the thoughts in your mind that you kept and you know/That you don't know nothing but you don't need to know"
And the inspiration for what I'm doing as I write this:
"Maybe we could sleep in/I'll make you banana pancakes/Pretend like it's the weekend now/And we could pretend it all the time"
We didn't have any bananas in my house, so I'm rewriting it so it's "Strawberry Pancakes." Haha. Same difference, really. (?) I am making strawberry pancakes, having slept in, and I'm totally pretending it's the weekend. I haven't even thought of getting out of my pajamas yet. It's 1:30pm. :) Ahhh I love days off. And Jack Johnson.