I’m in love with this track!
John Gorka - Silence
Honestly the only song I know by him. I’ve explored others but this one is a masterpiece. It’s one of my favorites of all time. Always always in season!
This blog is intended to demonstrate the impact music has on society. When I think of the artist that have had the greatest impact on society as a whole there are four artist that come to mind. They are Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Bob Marley and Michael Jackson. Each of the individuals even those within the band have greatly increased the feeling of prosperity within us all. The feeling of oneness and collectedness throughout all of life. This is a message that must be heeded. It is the only message we should be subjecting ourselves to in a time where the world seems as if it is falling apart.
The earth itself is a wondrous and beautiful thing. It is teaming with life. It is plentiful in its nourishment for all of life. We have been suck in system of separation. One in which we constantly compare ourselves to others. Many of us look towards celebrities in whatever field for guidance. The truth is they are people just like everyone else. They too have ups and downs and while it may seem their life is easier than yours, it may not be so. Each person is given the circumstances they can overcome. The truth is that love is the answer. If you can be aware of love and cherish it both within yourself and for all the rest of life you will know peace. Jimi Hendrix once said that “when the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace”. This is absolutely true. “Imagine all the people living for today.”
Now is the time to recognize your own gifts and talents. Now is the time to be thankful for the things you have instead of hoping for something gained. Now is the time to make precious each and every moment for it is just that. Michael Jackson said, “in a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.”
Each of these particular artist were truly a voice for the people. They were not concerned with the material possessions or wealth. They knew that true wealth was within the hearts and minds of men; within shared conversation, within shared wisdom, and simply within sharing. They used their fame as a catalyst for enlightenment and understanding to demonstrate the goodness in the world, in love, that is free to anyone whom seeks it and especially to anyone who shares it. The examples of them pressing this message of hope is endless but I have picked a few examples for you all to reflect on. So many of us place great blame upon ourselves and others but we can truly only grow when we as a whole stop being victims and decide to become creators. Manifesting our own destiny.
Let It Be by The Beatles is a great song for reflection and meditation. “When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be”
All You Need Is Love by The Beatles is obvious and brilliant anthem for this critical time. It speaks of all aspects of life and explains the answer is simple, “all you need is love.”
And as individuals The Beatles continued to promote this same message of love each in their own way. With John we most typically think of Imagine because it is such an eloquent and magical gem that grows evermore inspiring with each year.
Because the system sucks and feeds us nothing but lies
Because we want love and peace here on earth!
“All things must pass” there is no use in worrying in what is gone, be strong and be happy for what you have but all things must pass. Let life flow, let it roll. “within you or without you”.
Because everyone loves “silly loves songs”
and Because “in love our problems disappear but all in all we soon discover that one and one is all we long to hear!”
Ringo Starr gives us a recipe for success: “You got to love everything breath you breathe. Look at the sky and believe.”
And because “every soul has a secret give it away or keep it but yesterday is gone so tell me why you carry the weight of the world?”
Because the truth and all the answers are “blowin’ in the wind”.
The nasty truth of the “masters of war” Who are the cowards through out history. “We just want you to know we can see through your mask.”
And ongoing into the darker side of our history as a people - these masters - these leaders, DO NOT REALLY CARE ABOUT US!
And because we have no one to blame but ourselves. Like Gandhi said, “be the change you want to see in the world.” Michael says, “starting with the man in the mirror, make that change.”
Because deep, deep, down within each of us is the desire for that ONE LOVE. “Let’s get together and feel alright.”
And because it is time for the whole world, all of humanity to be redeemed. “Won’t you help to sing these songs of freedom, cause all I ever have redemption songs. Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy, ‘Cause none of them can stop the time. How long shall they kill our prophets while we stand aside and look”?
All of the artist in this post had a dream of living in peace. They did not concern themselves with material goods. They wanted truth, justice, peace, and love. This is music that is good for the soul. It enriches and transforms the listener. Look not on others to be your guide, be your own guide. Be the light! Be the change! Shine bright and love even when it is hard because that is when the power of love is needed the most.
At first listen the new album by The Strokes The Comedown Machine feels a little disappointing. It feels a little everywhere and it seems to be a renegade among the rest of the albums. However, on further listening and inspection this album is a perfect fit in the context of all their albums and if it is the last album it is the absolute best way to go out. The Comedown Machine is exactly what it says it is. Think about it, The Strokes start of their career with Is This It which no one can argue is a true masterpiece. They follow that up with Room On Fire _which is another masterpiece. Then they give us _First Impressions of the Earth. All of these three albums are individual and yet a cohesive masterpiece. The Strokes are regarded more often for what they have come to represent culturally rather than their actual musical ability or even their overall message to the world. I have to say that I have not truly given their album Angles any fair chance and this gives my argument a gap however I think the fact that out of all of the albums Angles is the one that truly seems the least cohesive. Yet, I do not believe this is a disaster. In fact even if done by accident all of their albums take us on a journey of sorts.
It is undeniable to me that The Strokes are cool. Yet, when I think about the things that I believe are cool I imagine they are not exactly the same as another might perceive it so here I will define what I mean by cool. Cool in the context of my mind is a melding of two aspects. The first aspect being a certain naturalness and ease that cannot be achieved it just simply is. The second aspect is the ability to understand the world without being too completely changed by it. In this sense cool is a natural state. A calmness and assertion that everything about you and the world simply is. It is something and whether or not that something is positive or negative comes reflected outwardly from within you on a very instinctual level. The Strokes have this coolness about them. They are affected in one sense by the world around them because they are feeling it and living it but it doesn’t change their overall identity.
Is This It is a masterful journey back through time for me. It is a time in my life as well as many others. It is the weird teenage angst. The feeling of being misunderstood while wondering if this is all the world has to offer. Is This It? While it is a masterpiece it is still a situation in which The Strokes are still trying to better comprehend themselves and the exterior world. It is the beginning of their philosophy, the question of what is? Is This It is the desire to know more.
Room On Fire is more of that angst but it’s harder and more pained from experience. Yet, it’s also a party in its own sense. It a mixed up confusion of what was, what currently is, and what could be in a vibrant and rhythmic cocktail. At this point they are no longer just asking questions they are taking names and making statements.
Enter the scene of First Impression of the Earth and you now have a band that seems to have a sort of definitive philosophy. This album is not about the angst so much anymore as it is more about how to overcome it and demonstrating what else the world may have to offer. To me, First Impressions of the Earth is the real answer to Is This It. Not a conclusive answer but perhaps an illuminator. The Strokes are changed in a sense because each individual is more involved in this album and the individual philosophies shine through creating an interesting fusion within this album.
After taking a hiatus they released_ Angles_ which I believe is a loose strand among the other albums but it still flows through with their overall message whether by intention or accident. It is as if when they had their breaks and had their own side projects it left a distance between the past and the present that most of us were unwilling to understand. Many of us become disenchanted because of this but this is not a mistake in the sense that it is an error. It is most definitely part of the process of becoming. The Strokes were well defined it seems before this album but this album expresses that while the band was well defined as a cohesive whole at one point this connection has been ripped away as a result of the hiatus and the fact that as individuals they were on their own introspective journeys. This is why even Angles is a part of the unified whole that is the overall presentation and message of The Strokes to the world and to themselves.
The becoming of life. The understanding of one’s self, the exterior world, all the pains and pleasures that it brings, all the highs and all the lows, and all the lessons that can be learned, all the experiences that are worth them and all that should be avoided is in a way the true purpose of the artist. They express based on their experiences and from their experiences we can learn and we can relate and even grow. The Strokes have wholeheartedly capsulized this process of becoming and understand of life to me. It is perhaps because I was there, in a sense, throughout their entire career. I followed them and as I grew so did they. Side by side. As they progressed in their understanding of themselves, one another, the entirety of living, so did I.
With this building of understanding of all things The Comedown Machine is a sheer and flawless exit. If you could understand the lifestyle changes that the band made as individuals and as a whole you would completely comprehend the essence of this message and of their message. It isn’t really whether or not they consciously intended for their progression to be a part of their message or whether or not they intended for their philosophy to transcend fluidly throughout all their albums it simply is that it does.
_The Comedown Machine _is the perfect exit for countless reasons. If you can imagine the idea that each of the previous albums had a sort of haste and desire towards that understanding not necessarily that they were produced or created too fast but the message is more rapid, more pounding, and broader. Undoubtedly the first two albums are loved by nearly everyone essentially I would assess because they are more accessible. Which is fantastic in that The Strokes were still growing and becoming in the process. When we being to reach First Impressions we get a sense that they are slowing down. In one aspect they have arrived to a place they are comfortable with. From here on out they begin expressing more abstract concepts making the albums less accessible.
The Comedown Machine is as if The Strokes are saying goodbye to the haste. Goodbye to the misunderstanding. They are coming down they are settled in themselves. It rings similar to what John Lennon said, “I was the walrus but now I am John. I was the dreamweaver but now I’m reborn. And so my friends you’ll just have to carry on. The dream is over”. It’s not a sad thing at all. It’s a transcendence. The Strokes as a band can now exit the stage of life completely intact as an essential part of rock and roll music history. They have completed a sort of journey and _The Comedown Machine _(a machine: a piece of equipment that does a particular job; comedown: a situation in which you suddenly have less status or fewer advantages than you had previously or an unpleasant physical and mental feeling that someone gets when an illegal drug stops affecting them.) Either they have just simply departed from a certain lifestyle or they assess that their efforts as the band they once were is over. The message has solidified itself throughout all of their albums and now they are ready to come down.
Whether any of this is intentional this concept has manifested itself on one level or another enough that I can feel their transcendent journey. I would express that The Strokes are as a whole great examples of natural philosophers. They start by expressing in regular and accessible language their experiences of the natural world surrounding so as to allow the rest of the world to see these familiar things in a new light. Eventually they make way for more abstractions and suddenly the natural world is supernatural in its own right. The Strokes are exemplary of the natural philosopher’s journey and I believe The Comedown Machine is great evidence alongside all the other albums that they have successfully completed their journey and their coolness and cultural importance is more definitely still intact.
I haven’t written. I’m not going to apologize again. A lot has happened. A lot has manifested itself from thought to reality. A lot is still the same. I’m still suspended in place. Feeling a little more comfortable though. Actually, I’m not at all sure that comfortable is the right word. I guess I am just starting to see the reason in the circumstance. And really appreciating every bit of time I have. You know how they say it’s really all about being present and in the moment. It seems a pretty solid way to go.
I’ve been composing beats on fruity loops. Sipping coffee and smoking the occasional cancer stick. I was going to say something about how “I had Bukowski on my mind”, which I do. All the time it seems now. It’s a Good Life lyric. It’s more real to me now.
I saw a YouTube comment the other day on a Cyndi Lauper video. It was either “When You Were Mine” or “Time After Time”. They had commented that they remember listening to that particular album over and over when they were thirteen and then eventually coming to know all of the feelings that she talk about. And she thanked her mother for that.
I think about music a lot. There is something so intrinsically valuable in it that words cannot express. Only music begets music. It’s something of the heart and of the soul. I think we are music. Art.
Expression of life in our human form. As we are. and As we were. I’m not concerned with perception anymore. It’s a form of reality all it’s own and it will be nevertheless so I except it. I feel more alive for it.
I talk a lot about confusion. Most of us are in a state of confusion. Whether chronic or fleeting. It has a certain looming presence. At least in my generation.
Everything is everywhere all at once. There is so much to absorb. They say children are like sponges. I still feel like a child. In many ways I am. I am always feeling so in between everything. Not to be defined so quickly.
We’ve reached a time where there is no such they are counter culture. All culture has a audience. All culture has advocates everywhere. And the mainstream is the conglomerated combination of all the past counterculture movements.
I feel a lot of it is just simply a style and not a true express of oneself. I do feel that fashion can be a true expression of oneself however, it seems the truth is lost in all the seemingly sameness.
Yet, everyone is just a bizarre little fiber in this fabric.
A couple of weeks ago I got really drunk and wouldn’t you know I made some bad decisions. It’s so darkly humerus to me that alcohol remains the legal drug of choice. I’m not advocating drugs. I just know from experience that there are far better things than alcohol.There are far better things than drugs. But to be honest I think certain people need to partake to truly understand. Kinda like the lesson must be learned the ‘hard way’.
I’m just very experiential. I believe our existence is our purpose. We define it. We decide. The freewill. You get what you put into it. You get the life, the love, the death, you feel you deserve.
We are what we think. It’s been said time and time again. Yet, that is only a mere fraction of who we are. We are the people we talk to. We are the things we do, see, say, touch, feel, smell. The experience.
We are us.
Us is we.
It’s almost nonsensical.
Always the fine line.
Humans are always striving for some time of understanding. But I hear it’s better to understand than to be understood. I used to think I agreed and truly understood that ha! I didn’t.
The older I get the more things fit into place for me. I guess things really do just kinda fall into place. Eventually. One way or the other you have to decide. Either this is good or this is bad or it’s neither and what are you going to do about it.
Love succeeds everything. Even in the magic of fairy tales it is true love’s kiss that can make or break any spell. It is the most powerful of all magic. It’s more than magic.
Love is the state we are so desirous of. Yet, you cannot go chasing after it. It will find you when you have found yourself.
Slowly but surely love will unravel all the layers you have covered yourself in. Whether for protection or for strength or out of confusion.
Love helps you discover more compassion for the world than anything else will.
You know it’s what the world needs now and always has.
I have long missed the days when I used to just type at my computer into my myspace blog without an ounce of proofing or editing and just submit it for the cosmos.
There was something so innocent about my expression of self then. So pure. My mind was sad, compassionate, and delicate but it didn’t truly comprehend the world.
As I have grown with age the world and society make a little more sense. Yes, I said it. Society.
Things are the way they are. Like I said. You must either except this or change this. But you can.
There is no mountain or tree too big to climb There is no trench or pain to deep too overcome
Every moment is a chance. To turn around. To change direction. To stay the same. To live.
But back to the YouTube comment. It made me feel so nostalgic about the music I have come across and come to adore over the years.
I remember at three years old I was obsessed with Ozzy Osborn and Mötley Crüe.
By six I was onto my own hand me down vinyl collection of Motown. The Jackson Five and The Supremes being my favorites.
By eight I had cassettes. Again hand me downs. They were prince, and Blondie, and Cyndi Lauper.
And later I got some Britney Spears.
I believe I was in forth grade when I go my first cd. Which was the first *Nync record. My sister and I had picked it out together.
After that I bought all of Michael Jackson’s cd’s. And my mother gave me more hand me downs.
Then I got into Bright Eyes,The Strokes, The Used, Taking Back Sunday, Brand New. The Shins.
By the time I had started high school I had my own computer and started downloading most of my music.
My taste was forever altered when I turned sixteen years old and my friend Kancy Robison bought me Sergent Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band.
My perceptions of the world had really been opened. I started listening to Dylan. He became my favorite of all time. Where MJ once stood.
To this day I have three vinyls that I hold dearly high above all else.
Blonde On Blonde, Thriller, and Some Nights.
While I am so completely compelled to Mr. Crowley by Ozzy Osborn because of the three year old inside of me that was once absolutely obsessed still resides inside of me. While I am still entranced by Motown and Michael Jackson’s voice. While Morrissey seems to understand my bittersweet melancholy more than anyone else and how the music of The Smiths seems such the literal musical translation of his lyrics. And while Conor Oberst is still that reaching, outstretching, suffering, hopelessly hopeful creature that is a huge portion of my heart. Or While The Strokes awaken such nostalgia and good feelings of yesteryear and how the lyrics mean more now and are better understood as I am now then as I were. While Dylan remains the greatest and will always stand there for me. The times do change. But sometimes the change creates such a sense of sameness.
I found out about a month ago that Dylan used to beat his wife Sara. It would be a lie if I didn’t say it broke my heart a little. It really did. But it would also be a lie if I didn’t tell you that a part of me understands the torment.
A friend told me there was an encyclopedia at his university that was about four inches thick on Bob Dylan. We were both memorized at the thought of this.
How does one get a four inch encyclopedia written about their life and their craft?
I mean it’s easy to see how Bob Dylan has it. It would be easy to see that people are compelled to write about it. Music is so intrinsically valuable to the human’s understanding of himself and everything else.
When you master a craft like Dylan. But the truth is Dylan hated the fame. He has said all he could be was “me, whatever that is” and it’s true. We find it so astounding, people artist expressing themselves.
Morrissey is so humble about his work. He doesn’t understand how it could have affect so many people. How it has sustained their life for longer.
But good art does not merely mimic life. It creates life. It breeds new beliefs. New understanding. New inspiration. New purpose. New Meaning.
But the artist doesn’t see the true value of his work in the same way that others do.
I think the best way to be understanding and not to worry about being understood is to just express and let the others have their perceptions about you and your works.
And listen with an open mind and a closed mouth.
The best conversationalist are those who can listen first and speak later.
I think the artist in us all observes and listens carefully and then makes little comments in our art. In our lives.
My dad told me once that Dylan said all he really wanted was that white picket fence.
The 1950’s idealism of the American Dream that never really existed that we are still striving to return to that has never really been.
Yes there were times where some people were safer and didn’t have to worry about enemies for the most part. But much of the world had it’s own enemies merely by birth. And that is an injustice.
So the world is always in a state of confusion. Not just me. Not just this generation. We are always seeking that understanding.
Everyone is a seeker in one way or the other. Some seek fame which is useless and futile. Some seek love but will not find it for their search. Some seek forgiveness and we must oblige if they ask. Some seek answers and for them gradually the picture becomes clearer. But we all seek understanding and acceptance.
These needs do no go away with age. The reality of it is the more you understand the more you can accept and the more you accept the more accepted you can become.
"And you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living cause it’s the ones with the sorest throats, Laura, who have done the most singing. Everybody!"
There are times when I really struggle to get out of bed. I’m in a total state of dysania. “Everybody hurts sometimes.”
There are times where I awake without any effort and get up and the day feels alive and brilliant to me and I feel it run through me. ‘Today is the greatest of them all, can’t live for tomorrow. Tomorrow’s much too long”.
Music and art are necessary to sustain our existence at this point and anyone who would say anything to the contrary I would have extreme doubt that they were human at all.
So it’s been quite a while tumblr. It’s a long time coming. But I miss the space here.
I wanted to submit the piano riff I am currently working on in fruity loops. I’m still a beginner but I think it’s pretty and it speaks to my heart strings.
So I share.
Bright Eyes at the Pageant 6/6/11!
Yeah I got a picture with Conor Oberst!
Hey fellow tumblrs. Check out my friend Adzy Mack’s new mixtape, available for free download via the links bellow.
P.S. I’m featured in a the track Star! Enjoy and share!
Adzy Mack Mixtape 3
1. Welcome to my Mix
4. Need This (Feat. Nate-B)
5. My Angel (Feat. D-Boi & DFS)
6. Head In The Sky
7. Light Up (Feat Nate-B)
8. Jump Off
9. Star (Feat. Alexis)
10. The Song Goes On
11th Dimension - Julian Casablanca! Enjoy!
I just nod, I’ve never been so good at shaking hands
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where cities come together, to hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is ever just how you plan
I looked up to you but you thought I would look the other way
And you hear, what you want to hear
And they take what they want to take
don’t be sad, won’t ever happen like this anymore
So whens it coming? This life’s new great movement that I can join The warning here
Your faith has got to be greater than your fear
Forgive them even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
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Your are looking for your own voice, but your nervous
While it leaves you trapped in another dimension
Drop your guard, you don’t have to be smart all of the time
I got a mind full of blanks
I need to go somewhere new fast
And don’t be shy, oh no, at least deliberately
No one really cares or wanders why anymore
Oh I got music, coming outta my hands and feet and kisses
That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
Were so quick to point out our own flaws in others
Complicated, man was on the wings of robots
If you believe in this world your not inviting me
But don’t think that yet, to the top, now know what to do
Move your slender fingers
Help me play this song
Spend another night inside this rented mansion
I love you now
I know that doesn’t matter
I love you now
I know that doesn’t matter
Kissing me full of beer, tequila, weed, and candy
Walking down the boardwalk
Act like we were married
You always made it easy
Then I’d want you more
You always kept it easy
Then I’d want you more
Too smart for your own good
Too sweet, too logical
Statistics round your head
Tried to teach me about baseball
My favorite was the part when they make it home
I like it when they steal, and when they make it home
You left us with a sorrow too unreal to help
Heard the birds sound broadcast speakers at the Phoenix hotel
All your friends are standing, crying, on the sidewalk
All your boyfriends, they were standing crying on the sidewalk
Breezy, I feel dizzy
Can you help me up?
It’s crowded at the back door
How we getting to the bus?
I’d like to help you find it if there’s something better
Yeah, I’ll try and help you find it if there’s something better
Move your slender fingers
Help me play this song
Spend another night inside this practice mansion
I love you now
I know that’s all that matters
I love you now
And I know that’s all that matters
Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night’s unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone
You don’t see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty every moment that you rise
Langhorn Slim - Restless;
This is my current state of mind, perhaps of this lifetime!
"you can blame it on your teachers.
you can blame it on the weather.
you can blame it on how your mother
and father didn’t stick together.
but one of these days
darlin’, it’s gotta make sense inside your head”
What’s the furthest place from here?
It hasn’t been my day for a couple years.
What’s a couple more?
And if I go, don’t forget the one good thing I almost did.
I learned your name without words.
I used my eyes, not my hands.
What’s the closest you can come to an almost total wreck and still walk away,
All limbs intact?
And when I go, you’ll be there crying out, begging me.
I won’t hear.
I’ll just go fast into this night on broken legs.
A near miss or a close call?
I keep a room at the hospital.
I scratch my accidents into the wall.
I couldn’t wait to breathe your breath.
I cut in line,
I bled to death.
I got to you, there was nothing left.
What’s the meanest you can be to the one you claim to love
And still smile to your new found friends?
In the same confusing breath,
You pull away and draw me in.
I wanted you. You wanted more.
I built this life and now it’s mine.
Gambling is an interesting concept especially with regards to life. What does your life mean to you? Do you feel like you are living up to your true potential? Do you feel as if you could be more, do more, see more? If so why aren’t you? Is it that risk that is involved that both tantalizes and scares you? Yeah, yes! Duh! I have absolutely no purpose for fear in my life and yet I have absolutely without a doubt been a victim to it. Fear of speaking out about how I truly feel, fear about driving which is pretty ridiculous I guess, fear of letting go, of accepting myself and others as they are, fear of failure and on and on to name a few and sometimes I leave this place a fear briefly and make totally and completely irrational decisions based solely on the fact that I feel a lingering need for change because this cozy comfy couch just ain’t kickin’ it no more.
And in that I would like to introduce two different lyrical concepts on the topic of gambling. Whether in life or in a game or whether you believe life is just a game you do have to know how to play. That’s the icky sticky fun part, the experience. The melodramatic bullcrap that we call all just sit and laugh about over a nice cup of coffee or whatever else floats your boat. But I digress and now introduce the songs.
The Gambler by Kenny Rogers (Hi, I’m Kenny Rogers)
"You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold’em,know when to walk away, and know when to run.You never count your money, when your sittin’ at the table.There’ll be plenty of time for countin’, when the dealin’s done."
The Gambler by fun.
I’m just going to include the entire lyrics because I am so in love with this song…it is never ending.
Slow down, we’ve got time left to be lazyAll the kids are grown from babies into flowers in our eyesWe’ve got fifty good years left to spend out in the gardenI don’t care to beg your pardon, we should live until we die
We were barely eighteen when we crossed collective heartsIt was cold, but it got warm when you barely crossed my eyeAnd you turned, put out your hand, and you asked me to danceI knew nothing of romance, but it was love at second sight
I swear when I grow up I won’t just buy you a roseI will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonelyFor even if the sun stops waking up over the fieldsI will not leave, I will not leave ‘til it’s on timeSo just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side
It was the winter of ‘86, all the fields had frozen overSo we moved to Arizona to save our only sonAnd now he’s turned into a man, though he thinks just like his motherHe believes we’re all just lovers, he sees hope in everyone
And even though she moved away, we always get calls from our daughterShe has eyes just like her father’s, they are blue when skies are grayAnd just like him she never stops, never takes the day for grantedWorks for everything that’s handed to her, never once complained
You think that I nearly lost you when the doctors tried to take you awayBut like the night you took my hand beside the fire thirty years ago’Til this day, you swore you’d be here ‘til we decide that it’s our timeBut it’s not time, you never quit in all your lifeSo just take my hand and know that I will never leave your sideYou’re the love of my life, you know that I will never leave your side
You come home from work, and you kiss me on the eyeYou curse the dogs, you say that I should never feed them what is oursSo we move out to the garden, look at everything we’ve grownAnd the kids are coming home so I’ll set the table; you can make the fire
—————————————————————————————————————————————————I guess what true assessment to myself and to others is finding what it is in life that is worth the gamble. There is so much out there to gain and all of that but what is it at the very end of the day that you think about? What is your tireless desires that you never lay to rest not even in your dreams? Mine has a lot to do with love but i’m not sure in what form or from whom. I just know that love is real and truly all we really need. It is what all of our spirits are most hungry for.
Yet, I am unsure of the ways and means but I have faith and that’s saying a lot!And I’m a gambler, I gotta be.