A Kiss On The Lips-Julie Miller

...julie being one of my musical heroes...she is in that emmylou harris, shawn colvin, patty griffin and buddy miller, julie's husband, group...nashville royalty...would love to work with julie one day...

...there's a crawlspace in my mind that i find...that is an amazingly true line...i find myself in that crawlspace too often...my own private panic room...i have to make some changes...

...some ugly truths were brought to light this week...it's so far, and i am too tired to walk, but i must go...this fire bubbling under is getting to hot to ignore and the doubt's are swirling around me like lava offering further incentive to get the hell out of this hell i am in...the fire burns hot...


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I Love Pop Music-Ben Lee

...sprinkle sugar through it...i love a heavily message-filled song...a real cry your eyes out time...most of my favorite songs and bands are those that make you feel...and most people looking through my music choices on this site and on my computer would think i prefer a sad song...that is true...however, i do love a good ditty every now and then...

Eleventh Hour Love Song-James R Waddell

...written several years ago...about a love of mine that always managed to keep me at arms length...oh the damage done...oh the crazy lengths i went to in an attempt to win him over fully...i could never find the right time to bring up my feelings regarding him/us/me...i was left an empty, used-up shell...this song was my musical expression of my last-ditch effort...it didn't work, and since we may never be in the same room again, i wish him well, and if he hears this song...know this was written during the throes and in no way reflects where i am at today...though the sentiment remains...love it while it's still around, otherwise you will lose it...

Not Your Year-The Weepies

...looking at a worried scene...

...the weepies always comfort me in such a strange way...like The Cure i know i should be depressed while listening to their music, but i am strangely comforted...as if knowing someone else in the world is feeling this weight too...it's enough to know...

...this has been a rather terrible week for me...you could not see it from the outside...this is all structural damage i am referring to...no amount of coffee, no amount of crying...it's in the accepting of life's limitations and the putting to bed the dreams every night and waking back up with them in the morning...knowing i can't afford to feed them...knowing that starving and helpless look in their eyes is the same reflected back from my eyes...

...the day in the day out...the affording my daily life while pinching pennies to just barely eek out this existence which is a far cry from what i truly want...i need a light here in this dark little corner...i need some fresh air cause i'm running out of breath...

...to put such stock in another human being seems like such a mistake to me...life has taught me not to trust people...i can barely even trust myself...but i do feel short-changed...i feel like i have been denied that chapter...like howard jones said in "No One Is To Blame", "You can feel the punishment, but you can't commit the sin"...i have had my heart broken...i felt the abandon...i have felt all the darkness that love has to offer...where is my bright light...?

...i ramble on...i play the worlds smallest violin, and i play a siren song....perhaps, he will hear...