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Sticks & Stones


Eyes open wide, blinded by the sun now
Orange and white, dark red, green and yellow
Rainbow colors! Do not hide, see the view!
Step aside, go through!

Against the light, too strong, blow a fuse now
Everything bright, new songs, burning shoes
The look in your eyes! Break our bones into half!
Scream and shout and do laugh!

Let yourself… go (Oh Oh Oh)
Let yourself… go (Oh Oh Oh)

Stay close to me
Count one, two and three
Up in through your sleeves
Bursting through the seams
Open your eyes and see – You see

Let yourself… go (Oh Oh Oh)
Let yourself… go (Oh Oh Oh)

Stay close to me
Count one, two and three
Up in through your sleeves
Bursting through the seams
Open your eyes and see

Stay close to me
Count one, two and three
Up in through your sleeves
Right beyond the trees
Show you how you’ll be

Stay close to me
Count one, two and three
Up in through your sleeves
Bursting through the seams
Open your eyes and see – You see

Stay close to me : Count one, two, three
Up in your sleeves : You’re right beyond trees
Stay close to me : Count one, two, three
Up in your sleeves : Burst through the seams

Open your eyes and see
You see – You see

Sticks and Stones, by Jónsi
click to hear the song!

 

“…we come and go like on the interstate…”

My heart’s a stereo/ It beats for you, so listen close/ Hear my thoughts in every note/ Make me your radio/ Turn me up when you feel low/ This melody was meant for you/ Just sing along to my stereo

<3

Meet Casey

Meet Casey

A girl logs on her to flower powered HP
She says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don’t want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger, bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly
Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

A girl sings karaoke
She sings why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And my nights are so long
Wheres my hubs and family
What if I die here
Who’ll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone gone
She ducked back under the super pretty HP
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along, along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A girl walks down the street
Its a street in a strange world
Maybe its the third world
Maybe its her first time around
She doesn’t speak the language
She holds no currency
She is a foreign girl
She is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
She looks around, around
She sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
She says amen! and hallelujah!

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

Original song by: Mr. Paul Simon
(duh!)

Casey,

No matter who your body guard is or who your body guard isn’t, I want you to know that you have had the power to bring me to tears with your written and spoken word.  I want you to know that you have made me lose my breath by way of your beauty.  I want you to know that I am thankful that I have met you in “real life” and that we are bonded by this blog-o-sphere!

You can have countless Als and Bettys in your life!  So Betty when you call me, you can call me Al!



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