January 2011
19 posts
December 2010
10 posts
i want potato skins still. and some french fries. and a salad.
yeah….
that’s what i want.
“My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.”
– i really need to stop listening to this song.
“What I am to you is not real.
What I am to you, you do not need.
What I am to...”
– Volcano - Damien Rice
I think i’ll spend the day at the library tomorrow.
Hammers and Strings (A Lullaby)
These hammers and strings Been following me around From a box-filled garage To the dark punk rock clubs Of one thousand American towns And my friend calls me up She says, “How have you been?” I say, “Dear I’ve been well Yeah the money’s come in But I miss you like hell I still hear you in this old piano”
She says, “Andy, I know That we don’t talk as...
“the way you look, way you laugh, way you love with all you have, there...”