When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done
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it's saturday night. i'm 32 and 3 quarters. i'm a free agent. so what am i doing sitting here on the back step with a mug of satisfyingly 'wet' tea, having watched a crimson sunset listening to my favourite playlist for evening time (which sadly is now competing with death metal coming from nearby windows)
i guess i'm just enjoying the relative quiet... the coming week and gb06 will be busy and packed with people and i guess i'm getting some hours alone in now...storing up some :me time:
i've eaten dinner, read a little, surfed a little...heated water for a bath...pottered about doin' close to nothin'...
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soundtrack to the evening...
i love this mix. it fell together with a delicious ebb and flow some months back...the common thread of these songs is that most start quiet, crescendo a little, and then drop back down, as does their lyrical themes, emotion and musical mood... hence the title, which makes me think of a chest breathing in sleep...all treasured jewels in my collection, some of which held significance in holding me together over the winter months of this past year...works best with the lights out... who needs armour of god pj's with songs like these on the stereo?
::hope undulates in darkness::
Goin' Back:: Dusty Springfield
Tonight, Not Again:: Jason Mraz
Overcome By Happiness:: The Pernice Brothers
Resplendent:: Vigilantes Of Love
Black And Blue:: Counting Crows
I Still Cry:: Julie Miller
Carolina In My Mind:: James Taylor
Day Is Done:: Nick Drake
Growing Old:: The Big Geraniums
On The Mend:: Foo Fighters
Heaven Help:: Lenny Kravitz
So It Shall Be:: k.d. lang
Deep Wilson:: Kristin Hersh
Romance:: Beth Gibbons & Rustin' Man
Suffer In Silence:: The Frames
Carriage:: Counting Crows
Finding Your Feet Again:: Denison Witmer
Home:: Sarah Masen*
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aaaah. death metal's ceased. kettle's boiling, time for a hot drop i think.
* i wish i could remember everything cool...
LB,x
sounds cool to me - have a great gb 06 :-)
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ReplyDeletei'm looking forward to it i think. yep. pretty sure i am. gb for me is kinda like the turn of the year. my Scots blood is quivering with guilt that i dare usurp Hogmanay with the August bank holiday weekend.
it'll be a weird one this year...last year's festival was a hard one, and was full of tension of the ending that was to follow...of trying to hold things together...
this year will be my 14th gb and yet i'll be seeing it with every different eyes...i'll be seeing faces i only ever see at the festival and imagining the awkwardness of some of the conversations i will have to have...of needing to come up with a simple but hopeful lines i hope i can use to avoid awkwardness, without bullshitting people, but also the positive things i can say about where i'm at, of the chance for reclaiming who i am and the defining that comes from such encounters.
but above all, i keep reminding myself of the stellar company i will be keeping. camping, hanging out, and collaborating with people who, to use another line from :home:, "are like poetry and feathers". people who make me want to be a better humanoid, and with whom i feel safe and protected...of the persistant and committed love and care present that has overcome that which is absent...
and i hope i will count myself well and truly blessed.
LB,x
you will be blessed .... your recent mix of counting crows references and greenbelt makes me think .... put them together and
ReplyDeleteround here something radiates
last one to the tiny tea tent is a free presbyterian
m x
hahahahahahaha.
ReplyDeletelove it.
ah mark, london's loss is our gain,
LB, x.
Aromour Of God PJs?? I want me some of those...
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