*I wish people could know that other people admire them from afar*

Some PostSecrets :)

There is never a time for true love, it happens in a heartbeat

Song of the Day: Do the Panic by Phantom Planet   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9p8DVxc16CA (skip the first couple of seconds)

To all the heartbroken and lonely people out there... I'm sorry

Song of the day: Honey and the Moon by Joseph Arthur: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oeg9Af7q9Jw


PostSecrets!: 

Check out www.postsecret.com :)

EvilLyrics- Automatically uploads lyrics onto the song description

Another awesome music tool that you can use if you are a fanatic like I am is EvilLyrics. You set it up for iTunes, then turn iTunes on and play a song, THEN opening EL. EL then searches the internet for the lyrics for the song, and uploads them to the songs description, without you having to lift a finger. It is really quite handy to have lyrics on your iPod, for those songs you have no idea what the singer says on a certain line. EL is also another very small program you need to download. But I swear by both EvilLyrics and Last.fm (check last post) :)

Oh my gosh. I just had an idea. I might do a song of the day... Not including the lyrics to all of them, but maybe a youtube link... Ahh! Yes. Okay, first song of the day: Umm... Wires by Athlete. : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uriGngTXyrE

Last.fm Review- How to find music that you love using music you already have

This is a music tool that everyone should have if they truly love music, and like seeking out branches of music they have never heard of but finding music they love. www.last.fm is the link for it, and it is a fabulous website with many different tools to help you find music. Sign up for it and you can:

1) Download the Scrobbler (which is only 5mb, and I guarantee no viruses) which can access your music player (like iTunes) and it transfers the names of the bands and songs that you always listen to. From that, it can recommend music to you based on your taste, and you can browse people who listen to almost identical music to you to find more

2) You can subscribe to the Recommended Radio, which turns on a radio and plays songs based on the music from your profile (you should download the Scrobbler for it) but you do have to pay a small fee. I chose not to subscribe, just because I am cheap ;)

3) You can browse without signing up or downloading anything at all. You just type in your favourite artist into the search bar, scroll down their profile while looking at the left toolbar, and go to Similar Artists, which lists similar bands based on how similar



Check it out :) I have found such amazing bands through it :) Tell me what you think of it!

It seems I missed posting

Phew, finding a new template was exhausting. The pictures arent completely out of whack anymore though, and I kind of like the setup :)
So what I also wrote about in my last post before my laptop went crazy was how I have been researching (like, lose sleep over and fail math tests kind of researching because of the amount of time put into it) about how to start a website, with the domains and the hosting and man... Just figured it out :) Once I get them started, I'll probably post links to here. Whereas this blog is for music and for quotes and neat little pictures, I also want a travel blog (which I also spent a ridiculous amount of time researching) and maybe even a blog about how to be eco friendly (I am going to do the "One Year No Trash" challenge next year where you recycle everything, dont purchase items that cant be recycled, compost, all that fun stuff :) I am excited!

Okay, PostSecret time: 

People actually visit this blog? What?

Okay, first of all, I hate my laptop. With an intensity that could match the sun. I just had a lovely entry written out and then it spazzed and refreshed the page :( Also with my laptop, the h key doesnt work (its on copy and paste) the g key doesnt work (I have to tap furiously at it with the touchpad because my left click mouse button also does not work, my apostrophe doesnt work (oh you poor contractions :( ) the esc key doesnt work, and neither does the left ctrl, and the 5 and 6 do not work. While interacting on facebook or msn, I generally just replace the g with a 9 :) It is pretty effective!
Secondly, holy crapola, I didnt know people actually visited this blog, but I just checked the stats and would you look at that! Which means I will start to be a regular again :)
So! Song for now, because I need sleep. :)
Andrew Belle is a new artist in my music collection. My friend downloaded his song "In My Veins" (From Greys Anatomy) and I in turn downloaded more of him. I personally like "I'll Be Your Breeze" best :) Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nQ8puSZJ4M

And lyrics. Enjoy :)
he walks in the bedroom and picks up the phone
he's singing to the beat of the dialtone
if he could, he would shrink down
to fit through these holes
in rubber and plastic, that'd be fantastic
he'd crawl through these phonelines
to castles or farms
or just across the stateline
and into your arms
we'd learn to distinguish
truth from false alarms
and fade into summer
like we were the months of the year

and we'll fall asleep
every night so easily
like some kind of brand new disease
hey, we got it but c'est la vie
don't you wonder how villains sleep
every night so easily
if they can do it, baby, so can we
just remember i'll be your breeze

oh well i feel like myself
i finally feel like myself
honey don't you feel like yourself
feel like yourself
cause i learned we all play
our part in this thing
we've all got a song
we were put here to sing
it's less of a circle and more of a ring
that keeps up together
like we were prize fighters

and we'll fall asleep
every night so easily
like some kind of brand new disease
hey, we got it but c'est la vie
don't you wonder how villains sleep
every night so easily
if they can do it, baby, so can we
just remember i'll be your breeze

oh, i'll be like that
heart that you cut out
and pinned on your sleeve
i thought i told you
that i needed you
just to keep...

(i'll be)
(i'll be your breeze)
fall asleep
every night so easily
like some kind of brand new disease
hey, we got it but c'est la vie
don't you wonder how villains sleep
every night so easily
if they can do it, baby, so can we
just remember i'll be your breeze
oh, i'll be your breeze, easily.
oh, i'll be your breeze, easily.
oh, i'll be your breeze.

Down by Something Corporate

Let's get drunk

You can drive us to the harbor
Wish upon a star but
Do you know what stars are?
Balls of fire, burning up the black space
Falling from the landscape
Exploding in the face of God

Let's get crazy,
Talk about our big plans
Places that you're going
Places that I haven't been
Build my walls up
Concrete castle
Keep this kingdom free of hassle, yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I hear sound echo in the emptiness
All around but you can't change this loneliness
Look what you've found, I've fallen down

Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone
Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone
Feel your heart it breaks within your chest now
Try to get some rest now,
Sleep's not coming easy for a while, child
Child, yeah

I hear sound echo in the emptiness
All around but you can't change this loneliness
Look what you've found, I've fallen down
Down, down
Down, down

I hear sound echo in the emptiness
All around but you can't change this loneliness
Look what you've found, I've fallen down
Look at what you've found, I'm falling down
Look at what you've found, I'm falling down

Garden of Love by Aqualung

In the garden of love I saw

A moment of sun in her eye
And everything was quiet

In the garden of love I saw
Starlight sigh and shadow move
Faltering, no faltering
Faltering
Before you go, a few words for your heart
Before you turn, something to ponder in your heart
As you go
In our garden of love we grew
Roses so red our hearts were busted open
All feeding on the dream we made
The bright and beautiful parade
That bloom by bloom began to fade
And blow by blow, oh


Before you go, a few words for your heart
Before you turn, something to ponder in your heart
As you go
How we tried to make everything right
How we fought and we talked through the night
How we nearly
Made it
In the garden of love I saw
A moment of sun in her eye
And everything was quiet

Stepping out into the light
Other side of the window
Blinking and blind in the light
Other side of the window
Falter, no faltering now
Other side of the window
Falter, no faltering now
That journey is over
Over
Over
There's only so much that our heart can grow
Then everything else starts to overflow
And you're young and in love
Back then there was no way of knowing
So we pushed and we pulled with our nerves of steel
You had the pedals and I had the wheel
And the terrible misillusions
We never knew where we were going

There's only so much that our heart can grow
Then everything else starts to overflow
But you're young and in love
Back then there was no way of knowing

Music and a tool that converts Youtube movies to mp3 files

I just downloaded a bunch of music, and I have a bunch of favourites in them already. Firstly, there is one song that I downloaded for my "Bad Day" playlist. It's called You Can Never Get Lost by Piano Magic. Ah, it's beautiful. It was hard to download; I had to use Zamzar (www.zamzar.com . You copy and paste the Youtube link and can convert it to mp3 and it emails it to you and voila! You have it on your computer :) ) to convert it from Youtube to get it on my computer. Secondly, Radiohead. I have heard of them for years, but have never bothered downloading any. Out of the songs I have so far, I like Romeo & Juliet. Thirdly, I have two songs by Jason Reeves, who has a beautiful voice. I like the song Someone, Somewhere. Fourthly, Escape the Fate. I am actually a huge fan of Escape the Fate, the way that they sound like they would be totally screamo, but how they actually sing (for the majority of it anyway). I downloaded some more City & Colour. There is also another song for my "Bad Day" playlist called Waiting for My Real Life To Begin.

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Jokes

I was thinking the other day that I am going to start this thing for people who have bad days. Little goodie bags, kind of. It's going to consist of a small chocolate and a joke, for now. I would have loved to receive a goodie bag for some of my bad days. i can just go to the dollar store and get cheap little toys designed to cheer them up. It would be fun. but, I collected some jokes that I will share, that made me chuckle. If anyone reads this, you should comment on it with a joke that you like, and I can add it to this small list. :

What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over? Doughnuts

What do you call a dinosaur that smashes everything? A Tyrannosaurus Wrecks

A passenger riding in a taxi taps the driver on the shoulder. The driver shits himself, swerves round a bus and stops inches in front of a shop window. The passenger says, "Shit, you're jumpy aren't you? I only tapped your shoulder." The cabbie replies "Sorry, it's my first day on this job. Just spent 20 years driving a hearse"

 The wolf said to the pig, "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!" The pig says, "Fuck you! I'll cough on you!"

A blonde and a brunette were walking through a park when the brunette said, "Aw, look at that poor, dead bird!" The blonde looked up and asked, "Where?"

Be nice to everyone you meet. They're all fighting a battle you know nothing about

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So, the apples up top think there's something wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right guy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Friends are a single soul dwelling in two bodies

Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight. - Benjamin Franklin

The spaces between your fingers were made so another's could fill them in.

To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty... - Ralph Waldo Emerson

It's better to wear out than to rust out. --Richard Cumberland

Attitude is the mind's paintbrush

You can't save a damsel if she likes her distress.

It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop

Love Song by Deirdre Kessler

So, today I am going to do something a little different. I found this short story among the documents on my computer. When I first read this short story, Love Song by Deirdre Kessler, I was a little bit in love with a boy who wished he was a ghost and wasn't satisfied with his life. He had depression, and I tried to be the one that could help him, yet I made no real difference. This short story kind of hit me. It's pretty different, but I really like it.

Love Song:

The moment they saw each other, they knew in their bones they had a distance to travel. That first night they walked far into the desert, they slept under cottonwood trees by a creek. The creek sang them a song that trickled through a crack in time. And for a while, the lovers moved as one.
    She knew the ways of all that grew, of all that slithered, hopped, ran, or flew. She found a place where a garden would thrive, gathered stories, explored all her desires. Someone said the sound of her name was a warm sigh at daybreak. Resting by a water hole under a bower of willows, the girl sometimes was invisible. A kit fox would drink its fill by her side. A wren would alight on her shoulder, taking a moment to preen and flutter in the watery shade.
    The boy also took on the ways of wild things, moving swiftly, jumping when startled. Someone named him Coyote, and the name stuck because he was lean and tall and his hair was reddish and bushy. He let that thick hair grow down his back and wore it like a tail.
    And the boy took on the habits of rock-the slow, slow ways of rock, until the mine crew felt he knew the rocks better than anyone. He worked the mines, holding with his thin strong arms the slusher that spun against the clock, burrowing into rock, slushing ore from the heart of the earth.
    The men he worked with, down in those mines, came to trust him, and ask him, “Is it safe today?” And though he was young enough to be the son of  miners, they looked into his face and he took their question and drifted  through tunnels, felt  mine backs, touched cribbing and rock bolts, stopping time as he searched for an answer. Then he would give a shy, sly smile and he’d say, “Yup, it’s safe today.”

    His mama said he was born impatient, born early, forcing his twin also to look at daylight before her time. His twin sister’s eyes were weak; she could barely see. He could see too far. At four years old he took apart a broken clock and repaired it. Only, when it ran, it ran backwards. Later, his mama wondered if he had been the one to break the clock, wanting to stop time, to step aside from human habits.

    Now, to the girl it is simple. A human boy has a human body, and walks the earth in human ways. But the boy grows more and more impatient, frustrated. He is trapped, only trapped in the skin of a human. To him it is simple: with desire a human can fly free, soar over the canyon like a red-tailed hawk, be the stratified rock with movements slow as forever. The boy sees he is everything: He is a being who slips into a form of a human, of a coyote, a bird, a rock, the wind.
    What the boy does not understand it why he cannot leave his human form with the ease of a thought. Oh, in his dreams, he soars. But in the morning he wakes to the gravity of a sleeping body and pounds his fist against his thigh, his chest.
    Sometimes, for days, the boy does not eat, refusing to add mass to his body, considering if he spurns it he will sooner be able to reach his ideal.
    For a while, after they are lovers, the boy forgets to dream and in his sleep wraps around his lover, content with human ways. But soon his impatience returns. The girl also learns impatience. Why can’t he see how simple it is to be a human?
    The lovers begin to argue, to grow apart. Now there are only moments, moments when they curve to each other in the  night, only moments when the boy’s longing disappears.
    One morning the boy awakens, tormented. He fills a skin bag with water and leaves his lover. Instead of going to the mine, he walks into the desert. Past the canyon where the river flows, past familiar barrel cactus and creosote bush, into arroyos and up onto the desert floor. He walks under the sun until the water is gone, and he walks until he stumbles and no longer can draw himself to his feet. There, he lies. He folds his boy arms around his chest and closes his eyes. He stretches out his long legs and smiles into the desert sun. Finally, the noy is able to stop time. And as night falls, he travels with planets freed from orbits. Finally and at last, he is everything.
    He is everything except a certain boy in the arms of a certain girl.
    That night, waves of sorrow shake the girl’s body. She dreams. Inside her dream and outside it she cries. Then like a skimming hawk she floats over the ridge where her lover lies. She folds herself over him, and in the shadow of wings they embrace.
    “You will not mourn,” he whispers, “because this, too, is life. I see how foolish I was, but only now is my wisdom sure. One day go to a place where the river bends, and there I shall sing for you.”
    The girl wakes from her dream. She walks across the desert, in and out of arroyos, past barrel cactus and creosote bush. She walks exactly as far as did the boy and comes to the place where he lies. She makes a travois of tamarisk branches from a nearby canyon, and drags the body of her lover to the burial place of his family.

    There’s a place where a river bends, a wall of rock carved smooth by water. When spring swells the river, a whirlpool sings against the canyon. A girl stands at the canyon rim and listens to the simplicity of a river carving itself to the sea. She smiles at the innocent song of water and rock, of wind and wings, of lips and breath, of death swirled into life, again and again.

What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie

 A great song, What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie


And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?..



Check out the official video to it: The different meanings that could be interpretated are amazing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I483tB12SyE