Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Dark Star



                                           Dark star, I see you in the morning,
                                                        Dark star, a' sleeping next to me.
Dark star, let the memory of the evening
Be the first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile and see me, dark star.

It's easy to be with you 
Even with the storms that rage beneath your search for peace.
We must make some time together
Take the kids and find a world that's ours to keep.
Now you've got me dreaming girl.
It's been so long that I thought that I'd forgotten how.
My heart is once again my soul.
We touched, we did, you know we did, no more teasing now. 






Crosby Stills & Nash

"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."














Indian Summer



Thursday, September 22, 2011

Fall

Summer time has come to pass and I'm left here singing a song
Of sleeping in the sun's rays like open arms
My time at home was overdue so out with the old and in with the new
And I packed my bags and moved

The feeling's replaced with falling leaves and stuffed up noses dragging on sleeves
And some bittersweet memories

And I fall out of place in this world
Does it matter where I go?
Cos' it seems to be my demons they follow me
No matter where I go

There's a war that battles inside my head
One side is rooting for life the other death
And they're reached no agreements yet

I've climbed the highest mountain just to feel the breeze
Cried out to God asking for peace
But there still is no release

And I fall out of place in this world
Does it matter where I go?
Cos' it seems to be my demons they follow me
No matter where I go

So if you have a remedy please propose it to me
I might have heard it before but I could get lucky
And find some release
And find some release



"Fall" (Nicole Vaughn, Say It)




"We just might do it. But there will be no smoke bombs, no lipstick, no flashing lights. It just has to be comfy. But we could have a laugh. We’re born-again rockers, and we’re starting over…There’s plenty of time, right? Plenty of time."
— John Lennon during his final interview 

Free People Style









Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Words














Piper, Piper, the red, red worm
Woke last night to the sound of the storm
Her words were words I sailed upon 

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Little Blu House/Soak It Up/Harvest Moon












Unknown Mortal Orchestra/Houses/Neil Young

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Pitchfork Fashion

Pissed at myself for not going this year, but there's always next year!

Photo Credit: Nathan Kula


You can find this bag at select American Eagles. 





Sunday, July 17, 2011

Words







"Piper, Piper, the red, red worm
Woke last night to the sound of the storm
Her words were words I sailed upon..."

Phish

Monday, July 11, 2011