this song makes me so happy....
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
wish you were here.
I am completely in love with this house, it truly captures my idea of tranquility
The disassembled antique timber-frame barns and reassembled structures make my heart melt
more about this architect click here.
http://architects.remodelista.com/firms/alex-scott-porter-design
big boots
boots this song is for you. dancin in my boots ... bootsy.
watched the weirdest movie ever this weekend "good dick" the only good thing that came out of it was this song.
watched the weirdest movie ever this weekend "good dick" the only good thing that came out of it was this song.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
"Wont you miss me?" you said inside grand central station
And your eyes grew red and wild before the chasin'
I felt your body move through my coat
I felt you footstep silent but
Heavy, you followed me in onto the shuttle
Tapped my shoulder one last time, that was all, that was all
hmmmm
I miss winter just because i miss when i knew you best
I miss the typewriter in the basement, i miss making your room . . a mess
I miss not being misused
I miss it all, so i guess i lose
Sea green, see blue
hmmmmm
September 2nd to april 13th, but who's counting?
Song after song after song after song amounting into mountains
He told me you beat her up
Behold the "super keith" on the cup
What's up, enoughs enough, where's my morning coffee?
I regret every single thing i ever said, i said those things too softly
hmmmm
There was you, there was me in the room with the alcoholic guest
You asked if we should sleep on these cardboard sheets i said "yes, okay, let's"
The sculptor we hardly knew, his limbs were lyin' ask you
Sea green, see blue
hmmm
You tossed your phone fifty feet in the air, i can't believe you caught it
You said whatever you wanted to as long as you thought it should be true
You dream, you make movies, you dance,
You moved to Montreal . . . to be closer to France
How's that working out, how's the music, how's the food
I know you wont stay there forever, i know you're gonna move . . . again and again and again
hmmmm
This is crazy, but i know i left you to be with your art
You always put me first, and somehow that broke my heart
Cause it's not my place to choose
My first love, and my only muse
Sea green, see blue
hmmmmm
And your eyes grew red and wild before the chasin'
I felt your body move through my coat
I felt you footstep silent but
Heavy, you followed me in onto the shuttle
Tapped my shoulder one last time, that was all, that was all
hmmmm
I miss winter just because i miss when i knew you best
I miss the typewriter in the basement, i miss making your room . . a mess
I miss not being misused
I miss it all, so i guess i lose
Sea green, see blue
hmmmmm
September 2nd to april 13th, but who's counting?
Song after song after song after song amounting into mountains
He told me you beat her up
Behold the "super keith" on the cup
What's up, enoughs enough, where's my morning coffee?
I regret every single thing i ever said, i said those things too softly
hmmmm
There was you, there was me in the room with the alcoholic guest
You asked if we should sleep on these cardboard sheets i said "yes, okay, let's"
The sculptor we hardly knew, his limbs were lyin' ask you
Sea green, see blue
hmmm
You tossed your phone fifty feet in the air, i can't believe you caught it
You said whatever you wanted to as long as you thought it should be true
You dream, you make movies, you dance,
You moved to Montreal . . . to be closer to France
How's that working out, how's the music, how's the food
I know you wont stay there forever, i know you're gonna move . . . again and again and again
hmmmm
This is crazy, but i know i left you to be with your art
You always put me first, and somehow that broke my heart
Cause it's not my place to choose
My first love, and my only muse
Sea green, see blue
hmmmmm
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