Random Thoughts and Writings — Politics, Food, Fiction, Essays, Maybe Even a Haiku every now and then.
The title says it all. Seriously. It’s time to hibernate.
There are times when I need songs like these. This week has been one of them.
We’ll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don’t need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life
Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see
I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won’t waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I’m getting so tired and so old
The anger swells in my guts
And I won’t feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes [x4]
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
‘Cause they don’t get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we’ll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you’ll open your eyes [x8]
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won’t waste a minute without you
It’s this kind of hypocrisy in politicians is the type of thing that will never stop driving me crazy. Yes, my world view is based on human dignity. Well, except for the dignity of people who I consider my enemies. Or the dignity of people who are “other.” Just really absolutely drives me up the wall. And, I love Santorum’s suggestion that John McCain doesn’t understand enhanced interrogation techniques. I mean, really, seriously, I’m speechless.
Wonder what the Acton Institute thinks of enhanced interrogation that breaks a human being created in the image of God.
The Irrepairable Past is bewitching me. I’ve started and stopped on what I’m referring to part 3 several times now. With each beginning, I know I’m not doing it right. Tonight, on the way home from work, I believe I cracked the nut. I’m making what is now my third or fourth attempt to continue with this story the right way. Let’s see if I figured it out. More in a few days. Hopefully.
On a whim, I just went to Google Images and typed in “irrepairable past.” Here’s the third image that showed up.
I don’t think there are palm trees at Sullivan Bay, but the sunset certainly works.
Maybe this is Bob…
And the cabin …
It’s, unfortunately a little too nice for how I’ve described it.
And, by the way, I know there is no such word as “irrepairable.” I know what the correct spelling is, but the correct spelling is just wrong for this story. Time to go back to cracking the nut.
One of the things I wish I could do is paint … it’s why I love Kara Schunk’s work so much. It is amazing and stunning. And, why I love this so much. I Paint.
Some day, some where I’m going to find the time to learn to paint. And learn how to play an instrument. Not just play some songs, but to actually be able to play the thing.
