Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
New Song from Lucky Wreck
It's not perfect, but here's the new one:
Princess Funeral
I wrote this song in 2002 driving from Seattle to Stanwood in a rented car. It was raining real hard. I was trying to shake some guy I dated. Then in 2003 Ben Murphy created the guitar chords. Now Mark Evces made it his own. The picture I put up is from my mother's front yard. Her rose bush and her weeping willow in the valley.
Princess Funeral
I wrote this song in 2002 driving from Seattle to Stanwood in a rented car. It was raining real hard. I was trying to shake some guy I dated. Then in 2003 Ben Murphy created the guitar chords. Now Mark Evces made it his own. The picture I put up is from my mother's front yard. Her rose bush and her weeping willow in the valley.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark--
Today I woke up blue about the world. Sadness and lowness. So I took my water sack on my soul for a walk.
First I saw this guy and I love him:
Then I ran into some beautiful friends, just sitting there like they were just for me.
Then I felt better and I saw this (the third MAGIC so far in the hood).
And then on my way to the farmers market, I saw this. And my heart was so tiny and white!
And then two more friends in the pharmacy.
And then another by the grocery store outside with all the plants around being watered and standing up straight.
And when I got home I had that poem by Emily Dickinson in my head and the last lines:
The Bravest--grope a little--
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead--
But as they learn to see--
Either the Darkness alters--
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight--
And Life steps almost straight.
First I saw this guy and I love him:
Then I ran into some beautiful friends, just sitting there like they were just for me.
Then I felt better and I saw this (the third MAGIC so far in the hood).
And then on my way to the farmers market, I saw this. And my heart was so tiny and white!
And then two more friends in the pharmacy.
And then another by the grocery store outside with all the plants around being watered and standing up straight.
And when I got home I had that poem by Emily Dickinson in my head and the last lines:
The Bravest--grope a little--
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead--
But as they learn to see--
Either the Darkness alters--
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight--
And Life steps almost straight.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
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