today we’re younger than we’re ever gonna be.
new regina spector album available for listen pre-release at npr music.
love this little m. ward song. pure joy. a happy weekend to you.
Thought I was falling into a deep depression
Thinking all the mystery was all gone
Like I was falling into the deep of a grand canyon
From the side of a mountain I was hanging on
But now I’m coming up for air
I see my angel on the sand
She’s running out to meet me
In the waves of the of the Rio Grande
And it’s joy, honey, pure joy, uh huh
Pure joy just to see you again
Thought my heart was in a rut of recession
All the colors I had seen had faded into the black
Like I was falling fast to the bottom of the ocean
And just my luck my hands were all chained up behind my back
But now I’m coming up for air
I see my angel on the sand
She’s running out to meet me
To save me again
And it’s joy, honey, pure joy, uh huh
Pure joy just to see you again
And it’s joy, honey, pure joy
To see the sun coming down through the mist
Yeah it’s joy, honey, pure joy
To feel the medicine of oxygen fill up my lungs again
And it’s joy, honey, pure joy
To feel the strength of your kiss against my lips
Yeah it’s joy, honey pure joy
Ain’t no other way to say what this feeling is
Pure joy
Pure joy
Pure joy
there is honey lavender ice cream waiting for me at home. thanks for the recipe, molly moon.
my favorite on his latest. with annie clark (aka st. vincent).
If you loosen liable lips
You keep sinking all my ships
Oh then you’re the one who sank my Lusitania
But somehow it don’t register as pain, at all
Till it finds our crooked vain
It should help
Oh let’s not remember the Maine
Oh-oh-oh ooo
You laid mines along your shore
Oh no ooo
Through my hull they ripped and tore
Oh ooo
We don’t study this war no more
So we let our backbone slip
Till the arc spits from my fingertips
And we’ll become a hazard in the rain
Boy we’ll get charged out in the lane
And there’s a 60-cycle hum
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there’s no shame
There’s no shame
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there’s no shame
Oh-oh-oh ooo
You lay your mines along your shore
No ooo
Through my heart you’ve ripped and torn
Oh ooo
We don’t study this war no more
(more on the lusitania here.)
just a half a dozen listens so far this week of m. ward’s upcoming album “a wasteland companion”, here for a sneak on npr.
my parents at age 23, not long after dad asked mom to marry him over the phone and in four days time.
it’s time to go camping.
(Source: fcukingchoke, via thatkindofwoman)
catalpa in spring and my neighborhood is a park. sure love it here.
our 1970s blender is really getting a workout lately. banana, almond & flaxseed smoothie. mmmmmmm.
(click the pic for the recipe.)
hustlin’. cotton, linen, and hemp lovelies to hit silver in the city tomorrow, the inventorialist pop-up at flux the week following, and then my etsy shop after that. an early spring means a big jump on getting wares out in plenty of time for warm weather.
yo, pie. you were kinda high-maintenance. but the end result made it worthwhile, you sneaky devil.
