Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Better Beats than the Ones of My Heart

Or... how I've become completely obsessed with new tunes these days..

I'm addicted to Blip.fm... if you want to check out what I'm listening to these days... find me at CrowdedMustang.

Some favorites?

The Rural Alberta Exchange, Harlem Shakes, The Love Language, Bowerbirds, Lightening Dust, The Magnetic Fields, Girls... oh how I could go on!

Friday, October 16, 2009

You Fucking Break My Heart.

No, not you. Please.
Ha! You either.
Aww, there is You. Breakin' my heart for what you've become. Did I have a hand in that?
And You... what do you know of hearts? It's not just cards, man.
Don't even get me started on You. Wear your heart on your sleeve? That sure is a cold shoulder.
And there's always You. I beat my brain to figure out how to stop you from tearing my heart apart.
I'm thankful for You. We had no need to get violent and never will.
You too.
So, guess I'm just looking for You. Who wants the whole damn thing- beats, breaks and all.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

For Even in Sadness There is Possibility.

A Dream Pang
by: Robert Frost

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew away;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
'I dare not--too far in his footsteps stray--
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.