February, 2007: Music Brandon is sending me, especially
Fidelity, by Regina Spektor
(Shake it up)
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind all these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music
And it breaks my heart (x2)
And it breaks my h-h-h-h-eart (x2)
Suppose I never ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose you'd never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fa-a-a-a-a-a-ll (x3)
Break my fall (x2)
All my friends say that of course it's gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better (x7)
I never loved nobody fully
always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind all these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music
And it breaks my heart (x2)
I hear in my mind all these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music
And it breaks my heart (x2)
And it breaks my h-h-h-h-eart (x3)
And it breaks my heart (x4)
January 10, 2007: The music of Wilco, and especially the song
Jesus, etc.
Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have
Our love
Our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun
Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around
Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
@ Alexis Ettner 2004