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Vivid is the commonality, here, as in songs that cue color or images that might narrate. Not for all five senses, maybe: (licking the screen is ill-advised, and I haven't figured out how to enable digital scratch and sniff).
7 images, 5 videos, 22 songs
This is my month. I was born a month early, to make that sentiment true. If this song makes you nostalgic, and you have a number that would be a dial tone, call it.
Breathe where she breathes. Check. Hold the space where someone else belongs. Breathe like you mean it.
I m Leaving on a jet plane
I'm pretty concerned my cab won't come tomorrow morning. Taxis in CNY are super unreliable.
A few years ago, someone said to me, while I was waiting to board a plane; "It must be fun to be you." This paradoxically both made me want to say yes and laugh in his face. What we don't know about each other is astounding, and seems to me might be overcome, in the hypothetical, though.
Watch Over You
A Better Son/Daughter
I heard this in undergrad, and thought yeah. It is still true tonight. It means to me that someone (Rilo Kiley) was on to me. There are worse things than understanding it is a fallacy that you are alone.
Go Cubs Go
This is a little piece of great. Also I made delicious shrimp scampi tonight. No one has written a me specific cheer song yet, so I will default to that of my team.
Tiny Cities Made of Ashes
I love this song. It is mist and driving around and being less nervous once you've memorized all the lyrics.
Title and Registration
Lots of options. But Cutie, no Death Cab, stay a while.
Lions in love
Warning this film may not be suitable for all viewing audiences. Although it's sweet really, considering: 1) The first time she roars, he is concerned, oh dear, something went wrong. 2) “In the morning, the lions are still there.” 3) The narrator says, later in the film, “He’d lose next time,” attributing the lion’s limp* to the battle the day before. 4) This seems about as in tune to the lions as calling all those tourist vans (to the "field of battle and love"). 5)Lions are doing lions’ things. *The lion was not limping when he pursued the lioness, ergo the lioness both caused the limp and (if a rival lion rolls up) will see injured lion doesn't lose.
Chicago Art Institute lions roar
Stuff happens in Chicago, when I am gone. For instance, I learned that new protection has been added to the Art Institute Lions, which are to me a symbol that never changes, stagnant but beautiful, that way. Greened metal, austere... still, apparently tourists were straddling them. The alarm system is playful (because families of tourists are sympathetic in their fandom). Roar it up lions, roar them off. (No disrespect to the family, who takes it well. Lions belong with lions, or the police will be called).
I can't find the words (danced by Maddie Ziegler)
A dance that is words, a page that is motion, a song that catches somewhere in my body when it isn't right to say any where that anyone has named before.
What We Saw from the Cheap Seats
This makes one disbelieve in nonnegotiables… like maybe you were able to say you felt you were the type of woman who deserved the world before she owned it. Spektor’s sound is like that to me, it is youthful and not quite there and that still is a beautiful happening, and I wonder if I will make it as I want to, and sense that in her, still.
Make a Fist
We all need our best from each other.
Army of Love (Kerli)
Reminds me to want a unicorn. They are out there, Kerli knows.
John Hiatt Have a Little Faith
This is a love song. Also one of my favorites.
Love Is Dead
Nietzsche said God is dead. I love Nietzsche, but sometimes, well, just say no to opiates of the masses. Marx said that. I say Kerli's contribution is beautiful as it rewinds to where we all might be, or have started off, before it was tempting to start saying everything got dead.
Walk out of the sun, and sit down (no head shaving required). Her lyrics and range still delight, for me, pink plastic castle style; even if I heard this, for the first time, when the coolest activity around was mini golf here (par king).
Hold you in my arms
I mean it has been a hard week. My computer got hacked. Bad. And I managed to flip my knee out running. And I listen to this and think well maybe I don't need to run, and maybe the computer can be shut off now, and again. Still, a hard week, take it away, Ray.
This is one of those songs that doesn't easily classify. I've debated with scads of (other) poets as to the meaning of the lyrics. Whether its a love song, or more melancholy, hopeful, or licking one's wounds, many different arguments might be made. Unforgettable though, to me, regardless.
Nothing like you and I
Makes me think of chilling on a curb in Providence, RI; streets are brick there still, more satisfying to walk on vs. drive.
Honesty/Honestly, the way she sounds, asking for (self)confidence, makes me see the fireworks that were missing/missed last night...
Love is Blindness
If you can see this, mandatory directions include: 1) Close Your Eyes... 2) Play, 3) I'm serious (eyes closed, hear color).
Someone caught me off-guard with this song, years ago, under a magnolia tree. Serenades can do that. Make you hear every lyric and/or feel every chord like they were always intended to be yours, directed to you, and again: yours. (And maybe that is true, Polly says).
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