song for thursday: all along the watchtower
the words:
"all along the watchtower
princes kept the view
while all the women came and went
bare-foot servants too"
me:
as i drowned in the early morning self-pity. the subject of you never ceases to fade away. this ivory tower that we've shut ourselves in, how i wish that i was someone else and that you were too.
+listening to: all along the watchtower (feat. david ryan harris) by dave matthews band
Thursday, September 17
| day 2 |  |
Wednesday, September 16
| day 1 | |
song for wednesday: the maker
the words:
"from across the great divide
in the distance i saw a light
john baptist
walking to me with the maker"
me:
a month since that fateful night. what have i done? nothing. comfortably numb, letting the days slip away. where is the calling i thought i heard. give me another chance?
+listening to: the maker by dave matthews band
Tuesday, September 15
| 1 song a day for the next 10 days | |
a song to start off: i'll back you up
the words:
"would you like to dance,
around the world with me?"
me:
i want to see the things from the clouds above. walk down the road less traversed. self-preservation. i restrain. but i can't help look into those eyes, it's seeing the greatest view.
+listening to: i'll back you up by dave matthews band
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Sunday, September 13
| sunday morning | |
it's been almost a week. i need a fix. a fix of words that speak volumes when all i could hear in the room was silence. and the rustling leaves. i could always count on them.
a sumptuous bowl of chicken noodle soup at just the right temperature, with lightly toasted croutons half submerged like rafts lost at sea - that's the flavors of soul. memories of freezing winter nights and a warm and fuzzy feeling deep inside.
week in, week out. looking at the world from inside the glass prison. never seeing that last drop of whatever poison that runs coarsely through my veins, yet knowing that the bottles kept emptying. the sorrows, momentarily drowned. and happiness prevails. unadulterated albeit short lived happiness. and then the cycle restarts itself as is with life.
how are you all feeling today? i half-heartedly wanted to know. and then i looked at the clock, and decided that it's best to stash that thought at the back of my mind, until i really mean it in the sincerest of ways.
green green red green green green orange. orange... should i start a conversation? i wouldn't know what to say. one-line conversation killers are my specialty. i can't do small talk. i do heart to heart.
i think it's gone now. the urge for that fix. and i should probably get back to work. hit play and wait for it... there.
+listening to: i'll back you up by dave matthews and tim reynolds
Saturday, September 5
Friday, September 4
Thursday, September 3
| play the days away | |
playing my sweet guitar. the last piece of dreadful work for the week has been turned in. and life regains some tranquility. not for long though.
sometimes i wish i could just play my guitar and listen to good music all day.
i don't need to step a foot outside the room. just the warmth of the sun's rays through the shutter shades as they fall gracefully on the bed. i close my eyes. and the music takes me EVERYWHERE. places i've never dreamed of going.
how about a trip down memory lane. remember that painful breakup? of course i don't. but i feel you man. sitar. india? middle east? who knows. but sure as hell it's a pretty damn sweet sound. have you ever heard people talking in their graves? i have. just ask the people in gravedigger.
i'm savoring these shortlived moments as i await the next thing that has to be done. it's always one after another.
i need room to breathe. room for squares.
+listening to: don't drink the water by dave matthews & tim reynolds
Wednesday, September 2
| trouble is... | |
nothing particular on my mind. yet the anxiousness... it's making me sick. 4:25. 4:26. waiting for an eternity to see the promised sunrise.
doing things one at a time. fit the last piece of the puzzle into the housing situation next year. the house is complete. and i'm already excited about next year. time to move on to the next puzzle.
4:28. the squirrels are sleeping. there's only the crickets left now. a sip of water? thank you very much. the air is still but crisp. perfect time to get some work done.
4:30. let's go let's go. crash into me.
4:35. #41.
+listening to: #41 by dave matthews band
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