Wednesday, January 11, 2006

I'm no more, no less of an angel than you'd have me be

Are these times contagious?
I've never been this bored before.
Is this the prize I've waited for?
Now with the hours passing,
There's nothing left here to insure.
I long to find a messenger.

Is there a cure among us
From this processed sanity?
I weaken with each voice that sings.
Now in this world of purchase,
I'm going to buy back memories
To awaken some old qualities.

Have I got a long way to run?
Yeah, I run.

Collective Soul, "Run"

Sunday, January 08, 2006

There's a hope that somehow you can save me from this darkness

Well, you're my friend,
And can you see
Many times we've been out drinking,
Many times we've shared our thoughts.
But did you ever, ever notice,
The kind of thoughts I got?
Well you know I have a love,
A love for everyone I know.
And you know I have a drive
To live I won't let go,
But can you see this opposition
Comes rising up sometimes
That dreadfull imposition
Comes blacking in my mind.

Then I see a darkness.
Did you know how much I love you?
There's a hope that somehow you
Can save me from this darkness.

Well I hope that someday, buddy,
We'll have peace in our lives.
Together or apart ...
And we can stop our whoring,
And pull the smiles inside,
And light it up forever,
And never go to sleep.
My best unbeaten brother,
This isn't all I see.

Bonnie "Prince" Billy, "I See a Darkness"

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Loving is fine if it's not in your mind

I say this with more pain than I've felt in about a year.
What if I got it wrong
And no poem or song
Could put right what I got wrong
Or make you feel I belong?
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side,
That you don't want me there in your life?

-- Coldplay, "What If"

Well, the decision has been made.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Hallelujah, rock 'n' roll is King

If I could have lunch with one person, it would definitely be Mario Batali ... and it would be something he cooked. Here's to one of my favorite people in the world.

"The true cook is the perfect blend, the only perfect blend, of artist and philosopher. He knows his worth: He holds in his palm the happiness of mankind, the welfare of generations yet unborn."

-- Norman Douglas

P.S. My espresso machine comes tomorrow.