Bust Your Knee Caps.

This song is so creepy and great.

If Only.

“Blue Skies,” Eva Cassidy.

Rejoice and Lament.

This man’s songs evoke the most beautiful, earthy imagery.

 

I see Christmas colors in the song title: Rejoice is red and Lament is green.

Heroes Often Fail.

Contemplating this beautiful, heart-wrenching song. One of my favorites, I think.

 

Broken Glass and Rusty Nails, Where the Wild Violets Grow.

I’ve always loved this song: I see deep purple and red tones swirling about as I pursue the meaning of the lyrics.

I also love that the melody sounds like a darker version of “Chim Chim Cheree” in Mary Poppins.

 

Sleep–Why Can’t We Lay Down and Be Friends?

An owl flies over me in the dark night, hooting, so close that it almost sounds the same as a coyote’s howl. Lighting lights up the eastern sky, and the grumpy dog next door inevitably begins to bark for the next two hours straight.

“How much does it cost to ship a dog to Argentina?” my dad often asks.

Inside, I drink herbal orange tea and quiver restlessly. My sleep schedule has been muddled for I can’t remember how long, and the time I fall asleep and wake up keeps creeping back later and later. This week I keep accidentally sleeping until noon. At least I sleep. I remember my last semester of college–a horrible and much too recent time–when I never slept, ever. There were many, many circumstances contributing to this, and I look back and wonder how I did it. In the evenings when I was tired, I would go to bed and lay there. Often I would listen to music, watching headlights in the parking lot through a crack in the mini-blinds, and think about life. At 5 am, I would get up and go to the dorm lobby to do homework. I was taking a British novels class, which involved reading a novel every week, and often those novels were devoured in the wee hours of the morning until I got hungry for real food. I would work the rest of the day, and repeat the ritual.

I probably shouldn’t be alive.

My old friend Sleep is finally starting to come back around again. One of my favorite musicians, Garrett Viggers, wrote a song about it. I was at this concert, and thoroughly enjoyed his musings.

Blackberry Stone.

I listened to a song called “Blackberry Stone” today while making blackberry scones. Sometimes life just ends up rhyming.

 

 

 

 

I love this song. To me, the music is deep purple and shiny wooden brown.