[Winter Woods]

Putting The Damage On - Tori Amos

the best friend you have [and] a railroad track

Tom Waits - Bottom of the World

"I'm handcuffed to the bishop
in the barber shop line
I'm lost at the bottom of the world"

the hardest thing to know

[Nutrition]

The hardest thing to know about yourself
is what you deserve -
and the hardest thing to do is to
never stop going, searching, and working
until you have it.

Rachel Yamagata - Quiet
Sinead O'Conner - Sacrifice (Elton John cover)
some things look better, baby, just passing through..

your love will be safe with me.

[untitled]


Bon Iver - Re:Stacks (@ The Troc, Philadelphia, 12/15/08)

This is not the sound of a new man
or a crispy realization
its the sound of the unlocking
and the lift away
your love will be safe with me.

does it take seeing everything as fleeting...

[Magni Face]

when you have lost everything you had,
you see that you have the most.

does it take seeing everything as fleeting
to meet that kind of peace?

The Books - Smells Like Content

Most of all, the world is a place where parts of wholes are described
within an overarching paradigm of clarity and accuracy.
The context in which makes possible an underlying
sense of the way it all fits together,
despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such..

The Books - A Little Longing Goes A Long Way

Yes and no are just distinguished by
distinction, so we choose the in-between.

The Books - Cello Song (Nick Drake)

You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth sinks to it's grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave

In my smile I search for you

[mad rush]

Put those pennies on my eyes.

Tim Buckley - Sing A Song For You

In my heart is where I long for you
In my smile I search for you
Each time you turn and run away I cry inside
My silly way, just too young to know any more

Bon Iver - For Emma (A Capella)

Go find another lover
to bring and.. string along
For all your lies
you're still very lovable

Hedwig and the Angry Inch - The Origin of Love

And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son.