Well here we are. This blog is dedicated to the world of music. Well..more specifically, my world of music. I will dig deep and find the bands that are truly noteworthy, and deserve a little one on one attention. Not to mention the bands we all know and love. So sit back, relax, listen and enjoy. Music runs my life. I run this blog. And this blog..runs no one and is probably pointless. But who doesn't like talking to themselves? And hey. If you're lucky you'll get an occasional update about my life.. yay for you. So if ya have somethin to say, want to request me to look into a band, or just want to tell me how much you love me. Feel free to comment. Don't have to be a member to leave a little word! ok. love to all my readers. (for now that consists of my snister..ahlin..hey bay bay). kbye
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Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond these questions...
Clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed
that cuts me with every could-have-been
Pain on pain on play repeating
with the backup, makeshift life in waiting
Everybody says time heals everything
but what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in between
are we just going to wait it out?
There's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around
We're closed to the earth 'til further notice
A stumbling cliched case,
crumpled and puffy faced
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles
All I want, only one, street level miracle
I'll be an out and out, born again, from none more
cynical
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond these questions...
Clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed
that cuts me with every could-have-been
Pain on pain on play repeating
with the backup, makeshift life in waiting
Everybody says time heals everything
but what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in between
are we just going to wait it out?
There's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around
We're closed to the earth 'til further notice
A stumbling cliched case,
crumpled and puffy faced
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles
All I want, only one, street level miracle
I'll be an out and out, born again, from none more
cynical
:: wait it out by imogen heap ::
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.Rules In My World Of Music.
Music has no rules. The sound reaches your ears, goes into your soul, and then you either accept or reject it. But I have found in life one truth to all music. It has to do with an old cliche. Ya can't judge a book by its cover. I don't care what you look like, if you've got it, you've got it. So, for your sake I will post pictures of the artists, because we are a visual people. But remember, let the ears do the work when it comes to this blog. I am removing myself from the soapbox. Peace.
1 comment:
nice. i laughed out loud at the end. of course i'm mentioned.
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