Archive for January, 2008

sometimes I just feel like typing out the lyrics to random songs

Yes, it’s entirely self-indulgent, but I like these:

Doubting Thomas – Nickel Creek

What will be left when I’ve drawn my last breath besides the folks I’ve met and the folks who know me? Will I discover a soul saving love or just the dirt above and below me. Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face. Then I beg to be spared ’cause I’m a coward. If there’s a master of death I bet he’s holding his breath as I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power. Can I be used to help others find truth when I’m scared I’ll find proof that it’s a lie. Can I be led down the trail dropping bread crumbs that prove I’m not ready to die. Please give me time to decipher the signs. Please forgive me for time that I’ve wasted. I’m a doubting Thomas. I’ll take your promise, though I know nothing’s safe. Oh me of little faith.

The New Year – Death Cab for Cutie

So this is the new year and I don’t feel any different. The clanking of crystal, explosions off in the distance. So this is the new year and I have no resolutions for self assigned penance, for problems with easy solutions. So everybody put your best suit or dress on. Let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once. Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn as thirty dialogs bleed into one. I wish the world was flat like the old days. Then I could travel just by folding a map. No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways. There’d be no distance that could hold us back.

Bothered – Over the Rhine

Don’t be bothered by the fears. I’ll try to bottle them like my mother’s perfume. She wore it only on Sunday, kept it safe in her room in a chest with a key. We found it anyway. Don’t be bothered by the fears. They’ll only join us like the sky that blushes red tonight and makes the wind die down, calms the troubled sea (more out of duty than pleasure, but out of pleasure nonetheless.) Your fire burns me like a favorite song, a song I should have known all along. I feel you move like smoke in my eyes and that is why. Don’t be bothered by the fears that sing from my eyes like carillon, ringing only on Sunday on the roof down our street finally over the river. Ring for you, ring for me, finally, forever. It’s just I never…it’s just I never thought…I never thought that I could be this free.

Welcome Home – Shaun Groves

Welcome to this heart of mine, I’ve buried under prideful vines, grown to hide the mess I’ve made inside of me. Come decorate. Open up the creaking door and walk upon the dusty floor. Scrape away the guilty stains until no sin or shame remain. Spread your love upon the walls and occupy the empty halls until the man I am has faded. No more doors are barricaded. Come inside this heart of mine. It’s not my own. Make it home. Come and take this heart and make it all your own. Welcome home. Take a seat, pull up a chair. Forgive me for the disrepair and the souvenirs from floor to ceiling, gathered on my search for meaning. Every closet’s filled with clutter, messes yet to be discovered. I’m overwhelmed, I understand I can’t make this place all that you can. I took the space that you placed in me, redecorated in shades of greed and I made sure every door stayed locked, every window blocked, and still you knocked.


January 31, 2008 at 12:41 am 2 comments

hello again

So last Friday night I attended my buddy Beth’s fabulous monthly Movie Night get-together. It was quite a lovely evening filled with on-screen Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom and ghost pirates, and off-screen bean soup, Doolie the dog (sp?) and the usual witty banter of Beth & Co.

Anyway…it was about 12:30 a.m. when my sister Julie and I left. After making a quick stop for some much-needed late night snackage at the nearby Wendy’s I proceeded to drive Julie home. I had just snagged one of her fries when it happened. We were coming around a tight turn on Trinity Road when I looked up and there was a deer right in front of my car. I slammed on the breaks. The poor animal looked at me, froze, and in the next moment was flying through the air. Seconds later it was gone from view. After a few “oh sh*ts,” Julie and I both agreed that I had just hit a deer with my car.

Honestly it was a like like living out one of those terrible insurance commercials where people are talking and laughing about something completely inane and then get sideswiped by a tractor trailer. Although the accident wasn’t nearly so horrible, the initial hit brought a similar feeling of shock. I swear the whole thing actually happened in slow motion. I mean I watched as a real live deer flipped three feet into the air, hooves facing the sky, right in front of my windshield – it reminded me of a scene from my least favorite movie of all time or maybe something out of The Matrix. Anyway, I pulled over on the next side street to catch my breath and inspect the damage. Feeling a little traumatized myself by the thought that I had just killed one of God’s creatures, Julie got out to look at the front of my car which suffered only a minor dent in the hood. She also graciously pulled out quite a few large clumps of hair from the grill for me.

I eventually took a look at the car myself before we both got back in and I finished driving her home. As we drove I started to think about how much worse it could have been. It was a traumatic experience, but as cliche as it sounds, I’m just glad no one (human) was hurt. Instead of flying away from my car, Bambi could have easily ended up crashing through the windshield and landing in the front seat with Julie and I. So be careful out there folks, ’cause deer+cars=danger…or something like that.

Fun way to start blogging again right?

January 31, 2008 at 12:31 am 1 comment

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