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Song lyrics | Intuition lyrics

What gives what helps the intuition?
I know I'll know
I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although although

They can lead you
Break or defeat you

A destination known
Only by the one
Who's fate is overgrown
Piecemeal can break your home in half
A love is not complete with only heat

And they can tease you
Break or complete you

And it came a heat wave
A merciful save
You choose you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal than where you've been
Or how you feel
A map is more unreal than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him

Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I did I miss out on you?

nesting!

No better way to start spring than finding a fresh nest by my door.
This bird used ribbons and weeds from the garden I pulled yesterday. Happy spring!

april is...

So the countdown is on until the show opens and I (sort of) get my life back.

Been contemplating many things lately but have no idea how to articulate them...
the weather promises to be in the 70s this week finally and that will help with moodiness. It has been an extremely long winter.

I often wonder why people come into my life and the circumstances with which they leave. I am usually sad if the departure has to do with me. I ask myself what is it that brings me joy and happiness. Most of the time it involves activities of solitude and challenge. This includes big projects that end with a tangible and visual product. Most of the time another person is not part of my list of joy seeking. In fact, quite the contrary. I wonder why that is so?

I do like people. I enjoy the company of others for the most part.
I suppose I just like to make my own decisions and follow my own clock.
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So spring is awakening in my sleepy town. My girl turns 5 in about a week.

If you are reading this page and have had some place in my life--be it past or present--thanks. I think of you and hope all is well.

The best thing I have heard lately--is that I smell like Germany. That's nice.
Now off to pick daffodils.
Ciao.

gatekeeper

Well it's time to begin as the summer sets in
It's the scene
You set for new lovers
You play your part painting in a new start
But each gate will open another

June July and August said
"It's probably hard to plan ahead"
June July and August said
"It's better to bask in each others"

Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod
Gatekeeper you held your breath
Made the summer go on and on

Well they tried to stay in from the cold and wind
Making love and making their dinner
Only to find that the love that they grew in the summer
Froze

February April said
"Don't be fooled by the summer again"
February April said
"That half of the year, well we'll never be friends"

It's Friday. Its (not) spring here in Bloomington-- yeah yeah.
I am gearing up for WIZARD on the 17th.
And listening to a lot of FEIST.
Looking forward to that show as well!

Lots of options for travel this summer. Its nice to have options. Just wish I had a companion. Still, the Grand Canyon looks to be #1 on the list.




hope you are well, wherever you are.

something's coming

There is something going on with me
but I'm not sure what it is.

I sense an overwhelming change coming tied with sadness.
I see myself in a different light and am waiting for sunny warm days.

I long for time to write and think and to play.

Just a month or so left.
I am counting the days.....

higher ground

Had to find some higher ground
Had some fear to get around
You can't say what you don't know
Later on won’t work no more
Last time though I hid my tracks
So well I could not get back
Yeah my way was hard to find
Can't sell your soul for peace of mind

Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me my dear
It took a world of trouble, it took a world of tears
It took a long time to get back here

Try so hard to stand alone
Struggle to see past my nose
Always had more dogs than bones
I could never wear those clothes
It's a dark victory
You won and you are so lost
Told her you were satisfied
But it never came across

Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me my dear
It took a world of trouble, it took a world of tears
It took a long time to get back here

hold on

Hold on John , John Hold on
It's gonna be alright
You gonna win the fight

Hold on Yoko , Yoko hold on
It's gonna be alright
You gonna make the flight

When you're by yourself
And there's no-one else
You just tell yourself
To hold on

Hold on world , world hold on
It's gonna be alright
You gonna see the light

When you're one
really one
You get things done
like they've never been done
So hold on

day 6

My angel I promised her we'd be dressed in a cloud
Standing on pillars on fire singing out loud
Shot from truth and love, not darkness
With the moon under your feet
Where birth goes on and rides terror
My shine will be complete

With your fire your fire
My tremolo
You're my fire

Every so softly it grows when you don't wear your armor
Crushing the burden and confusion sour
Trembling high on every leaf
Raining light down on your belief
Oh my angel unburdened by the race
I'll go down burning in your embrace

On fire, on fire
My tremolo
You're my fire

Don't take away my shine
My shine is all I have
My heat, my love, my beauty and my glad
It worries me sometimes that I want love
And live a life of sad

My tremolo
Sweet baby, my fire
My desire, fire

Thanks to Lent I have some excuses for restructuring my habits and new changes in life. Easter is not far away, but come mid-March I will be well on my way to changing these patterns and will not feel the way I do now. Fortunately I am used to giving up vices and although at first it is difficult, I am familiar with the feelings and can adapt/adjust quicker than I used to. I can sew it up, slam it closed, replace it, return it, burn it off, run it down, lock it up, repress it, deny it happened, breathe it in and out again...

I started The Sun Also Rises today after a reference made in another book I am currenly reading. Hemmingway has a way of pulling me in-- and fast.
Happily I gave up my plans for the evening to read and plan.

Doing a lot of planning lately.

It's not a happy time for me...Not a happy few years.
But it will be.
It's not a joyful time, to say the least.

But apparently I have more evolving to do. Still have not learned my lesson.

I do have one thing going for me:


Indeed. She's all I need.

"san juan"

Make me see a whole new way
Make me see the new day, the new day, the new day
Make me be, make me be, make me be a whole new way
Meet me in San Juan, baby I'll be true
Whisper sweet everything to you
Yellow cactus rose
Cotton blown by wind
Beaten brown hands, perfect skin, perfect skin
In San Juan, I don't wanna know, all the reasons why you gotta go
In San Juan
Meet me in San Juan
Where nobody has and everybody gives
There's no sad where death lives
I see your love, I see your love
Baby I'll be true
Yes, I'll be true for your love, for your love, for your love, love

This one is for you.

it's me...

drawn/painted by one of my most favorite students of all time, Miss AKA
And since I am here, in other news,
Life is good.

I received the foundation grant I applied for and now am busy at work on the details.

And spring is fast approaching. The birds (or some of them) are back and singing in the mornings. And the sunrises have been lovely.

and off to Turkey this summer, I hope?

"the lost thing"

I am.
Marie Antoinette. Oscar Wilde.
I am a rock.
Eve Elsner. Kurt Kobaine.

I am a lost thing.

I should warn you
When I'm not well
I can't tell
Oh, there's nothing I can do
To make this easier for you

You're gonna need to be patient with me

I'm this apple, this happening stone
When I'm alone
Oh, but my blessings get so blurred
At the sound of your words

I'm gonna need you to be patient with me

How can I warn you when my tongue turns to dust
Like we've discussed
It doesn't mean that I don't care
It means I'm partially there

seems like old times

happy valentine's day

So I'm a day early. Who cares.
I was watching Annie Hall again last night (best movie ever). I am always taken by Diane Keaton's musical number--especially the second time she sings it. Says a lot about relationships, friends and life.

My funny valentine, this one's for you:

Seems like old times, having you to walk with
Seems like old times, having you to talk with
And it's still a thrill just to have my arms around you
Still the thrill that it was the day I found you

Seems like old times, dinner dates and flowers
Just like old times, staying up for hours
Making dreams come true, doing things we used to do
Seems like old times being here with you

trouble...and I like it

We’re so precarious with semantics
I think this could be trouble
I think it’s trouble honey
I think it’s good
If you came to make trouble
Make me a double honey
I think it’s good

What may seem complicated
Is overstated downright misunderstood
Love will not be outdated
Maybe placated but it’s got to be good
We’re far too serious
I think we could be
Such nefarious pyromantics