I see all my friends getting ready to go back to school for spring semester, and here I am, staying at home and working. How great is that?? Man, do I regret not going away to college after a shitty freshmen year. But oh well, maybe things will turn around for me.
this darkness would
eclipse our will
a cold wind blows
across these hills
a swinging gaze
from the hangman's tree
a crows nest view
of what's left to see
the light that's formed
Of shade will turn to silence to this way
still beneath the craters waiting
for this time to grow
so hold on
hold tight
open daylight
we will overcome
so put away your fear
a morning star will soon appear
and bring an end
to this dark night
and we must run for to meet the light
watered by the blood of martyrs
blessed and blind as sons and daughters
sleep with one eye open
and live with both eyes shut
so lets find the place where sight begins
and see the things that we saw when our
eyes were bright and wet against the light
and hold on
hold tight
open daylight
we will overcome
open your eyes
over the new sight
fly the flags of dawn
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
[Will nods] Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
Watch the midnight sky engulf the sun soaked day
As the stars chase away the clouds and welcome the night
We hold hands and keep each other in balance
We mistake planes for stars and begin to laugh
The taste of your lips on a cold December night
Is a memory of you I do not want to lose
The smell of your hair, the twinkle in your eye
Things I'll try not to take for granted
Those 4 words I never wanted to hear
" I'm sorry, it's over" break me in two
I've lost you, and I've lost myself
But the thing I'll always remember
Is that I always saw the stars in your eyes...
Dustin Kensrue is becoming one of my favorite singer/songwriters. His new solo album is excellent and 2007 will be the year of Thrice. Prepare yourself!
Well, tonight, I took a chance and gave Owen a listen. I listened to I Do Perceive and At Home With Owen and was pleasantly surprised. Very soothing, acoustic based music. It's just the type of music I like to listen to at night, about to fall asleep. Owen has a new fan
Thank God, after about almost 3 years of working at Landis Supermarket, today is my offical last day. Monday I start my new in which I'm starting at more then the raise I was "promised" at landis. I'm contemplating on whether or not to even go in today or not. I most likely will, cause I'm a pussy
So, I've fallen in love with Spitalfield over the last couple days. I've been spinning Remember Right Now a lot, awesome album. Stop Doing Bad Things is awesome as well. October 3rd cannot come soon enough
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