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Trapped in your mind, the swirling thoughts of dreams and woes surround your every aspiration and whim.
It consumes your attention, and plagues your thoughts, leaving you stranded... alone.
Only the subtle glow from the radio and it's lucid tones, hold you on the edge of reality.
It is here we laugh and cry, relate and hate all at the drop of a solitary note.
Someone seems to relate to us and hears our pleas.

Save us all...
We are trapped with music in our minds.




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Trapped with Music in my Mind...


Sunday, March 27, 2005

Week: Sunday, March 20th, 2005 - Saturday, March 26th, 2005

Morning Song
by Jewel

Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleep
Let the world spin outside our door, you're the only one that I wanna see
Tell your boss you're sick, hurry, get back in I'm getting cold
Get over here and warm my hands up, boy, it's you they love to hold
And stop thinking about what your sister said
Stop worrying about it, the cat's already been fed
Come on darlin', let's go back to bed

Put the phone machine on hold
Leave the dishes in the sink
Do not answer the door
It's you that I adore, I'm gonna give you some more

We'll sit on the front porch, the sun can warm my feet
You can drink your coffee with sugar and cream, I'll drink my decaf herbal tea
Pretend we're perfect strangers and that we never met
My how you remind me of a man I used to sleep with, that's a face I'd never forget
You can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin
Except this time it'll be even better, we'll stay together in the end
Come on darlin', let's go back to bed

Put the phone machine on hold
Leave the dishes in the sink
Do not answer the door
It's you that I adore, I'm gonna give you some more

Let the phone ring, let's go back to bed



Sometimes it's good to just spend the whole day in bed with the one you love. I have never spent the WHOLE day in bed unless I have been sick, but I thought this summed up what Greg and I need to do just one day to relax. We have both been running around like chickens with our heads cut off. We just need to stay in bed one day and talk and joke about.... oh yeah... and other stuff. ;)


Sunday, March 20, 2005

Week: Sunday, March 13th, 2005 - Saturday, March 19th, 2005

Twilight
by Vanessa Carlton

I was staind with a roll,
in a day not my own.
And as you walked into my life,
you showed what was needed to be shown.
And i always knew what was right,
just didn't know that i might,
Peel away and choose to see was such
different side.

And i will never see the sky...the same way.
and i will learn to say good-bye to yesterday
and i will never seize to fly if held down
and i will always reach too high...
cause i've seen...cause i've seen...
Twilight

Never cared
Never wanted
Never sought to see what flaunted
So on purpose
So in my face
Couldn't see in my own place
And it was so easy not to behold what i could hold
But you taught me..
I could change whatever came within these shallow days.

As the sun shines through
and pushes away
and pushes ahead
Fills the warmth of blue
and leaves a chill instead
and i didn't know that
I could be so blind to all that is so real
And as illusioned eyes i see
there is so much to be revealed.

I was staind with a roll,
in a day not my own.
And as you walked into my life,
you showed what was needed to be shown.
And i always knew what was right,
just didn't know that i might,
Peel away and choose to see was such
different side.



Music is a big part of my life. All through out my life it was key. I remember listening to two cassette tapes from Rhode Island to up state New York, an 8 hour trip, when my family would rush up for a weekend away from the Ocean State to see my mom's family. I think my brother and I thoroughly wore out Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends and the other tape my mom had about nonsense songs (imagine all of these marketized, flashy, tv shows condensed into it's core value.) There were songs about Peanut Butter and Jelly, and How Much Wood (could a Woodchuck Chuck... of course). I used to have dreams of sitting at a piano and singing to audiences. Now I sing for friends' weddings and around family. I murmur song lyrics when there are people near and belt them out in the car. Ever since Vanessa Carlton's first video of her riding around town playing her piano, I have thought about those ideas again. Sometimes I wish I didn't go into Graphic Design but rather, stuck to my guns and finished going to school for singing and acting... instead of letting the bastards of the college tell me I wasn't good enough.


Sunday, March 13, 2005

Week: Sunday, March 6th, 2005 - Saturday, March 12th, 2005

Home Life
by John Mayer

Think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sittin' in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
I was born a house cat
By the slight of my mother's hand

I think I'm gonna stay home

I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live on the side of a square
I used to be in my M-Z now
You'll never find it 'cause my name isn't there

Home life
Been holding out for my home life
My whole life

I want to see the ending
I want to learn her last name
Finish on a Friday
And sit in traffic on the highway
See, I refuse to believe
That my life's gonna be
Just some string of incomplete
Never to lead me to anything remotely close to my

Home life
Been holdin' out for my home life
My whole life

I can tell you this much
I will marry just once
And if it doesn't work out
I'll give her half of my stuff
It's fine with me
We said eternity
I will go to my grave
With the life that I gave
Not just a melody line
On the radio wave
It dissipates
It soon evaporates
But home life doesn't change

I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live on the side of a square
I'd love to walk where we both can talk but
I've got to leave you cause my ride is here

In my home life
You keep the home life
You take the home life
I'll come back for the home life, I promise



Ok, I know. It's John Mayer... again. But I love his music!! I don't know if it's the raspy voice or the lips. *grins* Ok, I think it's the voice... and the guitar playing. OK, I really don't feel like writing a review because I get so little feedback on this page. I want to talk about the feeling I get from this song, and the sybolism I see in it but so few people want to delve that deeply into the music they listen to. 90% of those who do find this site rarely realize it's a by-product of my main page and off and on, correspond with the week I am having. *sighs* what a world. You live to voice your opinions, only to never be heard in the silent void.


Sunday, March 06, 2005

Week: Sunday, February 27th, 2005 - Saturday, March 5th, 2005

Not Everyone
by Pat McCurdy

Not everyone in Montana is a right-wing nut
Not everyone in Sweden is a blond and blue-eyed slut
Not everyone in Japan is mathematically smart
Not everyone you love is gonna break your heart

Not everyone in England looks like Queen Elizabeth
Not everyone in Russia has got Vodka on their breath
Not everyone in Norway has an uncle named Sven
Not everyone you love is gonna hurt you in the end

Oh no - why can't you see
You must trust someone
That someone's me

Not everyone from Warsaw is punchline for jokes
Not everyone from Hamburg drives a Wagen made for Volks
Not everyone in Utah has more than one wife
Not everyone you love is gonna ruin your whole life

Not everyone in Tibet really has the answer
Not everyone in France is an amoral can-can dancer
Not everyone in Dallas wears a big ten-gallon hat
Not everyone you love is gonna leave you just like that

Oh no - why can't you see
You must trust someone
That someone's me

Not everyone you know says nasty things behind your back
Not everyone you see knows that it's you they're laughing at
Not everyone you're with wishes they were with somebody else
Not everyone you love will make you want to kill yourself

Oh no - why can't you see
You must trust someone
That someone's me



I love Pat McCurdy. I only wish that I could have seen him this weekend when he was in town. I love his energy and how he gets a group of people into the music. And I love this song. This is one of the ones that he doesn't play often but is on his CDs. The song just continues to remind me that the world doesn't revolve around me or any one particular person. You have to be really shallow to believe that only one way is always the truth. Not everyone that is laughing, are laughing at you, not everyone that is talking, are talking about you behind your back. Once you realize the world doesn't revolve around you, you can see that you're simply overreacting and you can finally trust again. Why not trust me.