Music is my boyfriend........

That's all I have to say........

Sugar, sugar

My own personal Godiva Easter bunny made his yearly visit today! :) Chocolates for all my friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Thanks to the W's for your love and candy!!!!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9nE2spOw_o

Long time....no blog......

This being "Resurrection Week," I thought it might be a good time to post *something!* I've been so remiss in sharing anything here.

Honestly, it's not that I haven't had anything to say....I have plenty. BUT: I've always been, in the past, a "glass 3/4 full person." However, lately, my glass has been practically evaporated dry, and I really don't see the need to bring the negativity and broken heartedness to a public forum. So......there it is.

Having said that, I've had a pretty nice, low-key day. I've been listening to the Children of Nuggets box-set and enjoying the cloudy day. I love this sort of music (Paisly Underground) and I think that right now it is good for me because it takes me to a neutral place in my head where there is nothing but music, but no life associations to sadden me!! Now: who wants to join me in starting the fund for the original Nuggets box-set????

too many hands...........

"Too Many Hands"

She's one of a kind

Sometimes hard to find

Like a rainbow

Well, she's lost all her glory

And could tell you some stories

That we all should know

And there's too many hands

Being laid on her

Too many eyes will never see

That it's dragging her down

But you won't hear a sound as

She turns 'round

Her beauty all aflight

It always seems to turn the tide

At midnight

And for her there is no rest

We are doing what is best

For our future

One of these days she may not

Be so good to you

One of these days she might

Shake you to the ground

But her fire is still Burning

And her heart is still yearning

To be found

This song may be 30 plus years old, but I rather feel like it was written for me just recently....sad, but true.

Side note: I miss the old Eagles....back when Randy and Bernie were still band members, and the egos hadn't taken over.

Fruitless..........

My horoscope for the day: June 30 2011

It is extremely difficult to leave a small footprint on the environment when someone is there to trip you up every time.

The story of my life. :sighs:

i think i'll dye my hair blue............

most times, i don't even know why i *bother* to open my mouth to speak..........

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IasCZL072fQ

Do you hear me?

Do you care?

Do you hear me?

Do you care

?My lips are moving but no sounds coming out

The words are audible but i have my doubts

That you realise what has been said

You look at me as if you're in a daze

It's like the feeling at the end of the page when you realise

You don't know what you just read.

What are words for

When noone listens anymore

What are words for

When noone listens what are words for

When noone listens

There's no use talking at all.

I might as well go up and talk to a wall

Coz all the words are having no effect at all

It's a funny thing.. am i all alone?

Something has to happen to change the direction

What little filters though is giving you the wrong impression

"it's a sorry state" I say to myself

What are words for

When noone listens anymore

What are words for

When noone listens

What are words for

When noone listens

There's no use talking at all.

Do you hear me?

Do you care?

Do you hear me?

Do you care?

Let me get by over your dead body

Hope to see you soon

When will i know?

Doors three feet wide with no locks open

Walking always backwards in faces of strangers

Time could be my friend

But it's less then nowhere now....

Pursue it any further and another thing you'll find

Not only are they deaf and dumb they could be going blind

No one notices I think i'll dye my hair blue.

Media overload bombarding you with action

It's getting near impossible to cause distraction

Someone answer me.. before i pull the plug.

What are words for

When noone listens anymore

What are words for

When noone listens

What are words for

When noone listens

There's no use talking at all

.Do you hear me?

Do you care?

Do you hear me?

Do you care?

damn right, i got the blues.........

For those unacquainted with the blues, it is not necessary to know much except all blues sounds essentially the same. What counts is the individuality of the singer, the soul of the performer. Everyone plays the same three or four chords, the melodies are almost indistinguishable, so the captivating part is what the player brings to the form. In the presence of a rare and gifted player or singer, one can capture for a moment a special feeling. It may cause you to laugh or cry. Sometimes it can change your life. It is this essence that compels everyone who listens to the blues to listen to more.

Excerpt from "The Long Sandy Hair of Neftoon Zamora...a novel" by Michael Nesmith

Nothing else even need be said...............