Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Things are better now than they were before

As soon as you believe there was someplace in the past where things were better than they are today, you won't operate at your full potential now. You are where you are, and if you aren't, it's probably a good idea to figure out how to get to yourself.
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kyle macdonald

Sunday, September 23, 2007

What would I change if I could? There is, at the precise identical moment, the exact same thing that I would make different and that I would pray to remain the same. It makes no sense at all and so much sense at the same time. Having a long-pleaded for prayer answered is the beginning and an end. In saying hello to what is freshly laid before us, we must say good-bye to that which is now behind us. I want to begin anew, say hello all over again; maybe not be so needy this next time through; maybe try to be better on my own two feet. I cannot do that - here is where I find myself, and I am both happy and sad about the outcome.

Friday, September 07, 2007

playin' on my ipod...

...whilst I'm making orange-banana muffins and banana bread:

Billy Joel: Still Rock and Roll To Me

What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?
Can't you tell that your ties too wide?
Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?
Welcome back to the age of jive.
Where have you been hidin out lately, honey?
You can't dress trashy till you spend a lot of money.
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound
Funny, but its still rock and roll to me.

Elton John: Blue Eyes

Blue eyes laughing in the sun
Laughing in the rain
Baby's got blue eyes
And I am home, and I am home again.

Simon and Garfunkel: The Boxer

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, thats not unusual
No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same

Li la li...

And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home
Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin me, leadin me to go home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains.

Garth Brooks: Thunder Rolls

She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows

And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been

And the thunder rolls
And the the thunder rolls.

Nice little variety of good music, thank you very much!