Where I can breathe

Elsewhere by Sarah McLachlan. This song has owned me for half of my life.

I love the time and in between the calm inside me 
In the space where I can breathe 
I believe there is a distance I have wandered  
To touch upon the years of reaching out and reaching in  

Holding out, holding in
I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me  
And I'll defend it, long as I can be 
Left here to linger in silence 
If I choose to, would you try to understand?
 
I know this love is passing time, passing through like liquid and
I'm drunk in my desire 
But I love the way you smile at me 
I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near

I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me  
And I'll defend it as long as I can be  
Left here to linger in silence  
If I choose to, would you try to understand?

Not Your Fault

I'm adding this song to the soundtrack of my life.



Baby, when I'm yelling at you
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
and baby cause I'm crazy for you
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
Maybe I'm a little confused
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
and baby, it's a wonderful news
It's not your fault
It's not your fault, yeah
Oh, it's not that you should care.
I just wanted you to know.

The Sharpest Lives

This is the way to wake up on a Tuesday morning.

Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane abandoned me

My Chemical Romance

A Week of Music: Day Seven

It wasn't a difficult project, but the week inspired by music comes to an end.

In Tori Amos' new album, Night Of Hunters, every song is based on a classical piece. The last on the album, Carry, comes from Debussy's The Girl with the Flaxen Hair.



Love, hold my hand
Help me see with the dawn
That those that have left
Are not gone
But they carry on
As stars looking down
As nature's sons
And daughters of the heavens
You will not ever be forgotten by me
In the procession of the mighty stars
Your name is sung and tattooed now on my heart
Here I will carry, carry, carry you

Forever

You have touched my life
So that now
Cathedrals of sound are singing, are singing
The waves have come to walk with you
To where you will live in the land of you,
Land of you
You will not ever be forgotten by me
In the procession of the mighty stars
Your name is sung and tattooed now on my heart
Here I will carry, carry, carry you
Here I will carry, carry, carry you

Forever.

A Week of Music: Day Six

I finally saw the movie Bridesmaids tonight. I recommend it, and not just because it included this song.

"Paper Bag" by Fiona Apple

A Week of Music: Day Five

A couple things that make me smile...

Alanis Morissette spoofs The Blackeyed Peas...

A Week of Music: Day Four

The weather has chilled me and brought on the cravings for the season - pumpkin pie, banana bread, trick or treat, decorated stores, the smell of pine, trays of cookies, the sound of the furnace turning on, mittens, snuggling under blankets, red bows and holly, twinkling lights in the dark, Christmas music (yes!). I've got the fever.

"February" by Dar Williams.

A Week of Music: Day Three

All kids go through a phase where they watch the same three (or so) movies ad nauseam until their parents/siblings/mail carriers shout, "ENOUGH ALREADY." At least, I hope so, or I was just a really annoying child.

So far, having been a parent for only 17 months, I've delighted in re-immersing myself in Disney movies and Sesame Street. But this early in, I'm the one pulling the strings.

To what will Fletcher be drawn when he gets older? What will he watch/read/play on repeat? I'm eager to know.

For now, here's a song from Annie, because who can ever have too much of Carol Burnett's brilliance as Miss Hannigan, or Daddy Warbuck's voice, or Grace's charm, or Annie's freckles? Not me, apparently.

A Week of Music: Day Two

I'm a sucker for a dramatic violin solo. This also supports our theory that the greatest songs rock a "na na na" or "la la la" element.

"Tragedy" by Christina Perri.

A Week of Music: Day One

I sang this to Fletcher today when he fell and smashed his face, and it was enough to interrupt his Big Cry.

(stupid slippery socks)

(I'm sure I sounded just like this)

(I can't watch this movie without thinking of the time my mother and I were the only ones in the theater to see it... and we still sat way on the left side)