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Thursday, March 2, 2006
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thursday falderal.
1. Why... why does life start so early in the morning?
2. If you could choose to leave and go on vacation somewhere... anywhere... where would it be? Money is NO object...
3. Suggest a recipe for my dinner this evening...
4. Give us your favourite LOOOVE song lyrics...
5. Please, someone, wake me up.
7:12:48 AM 
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love.
Well, I wasn't going to write this post tonight. And having given it a bit more thought, I'm only going to write a bit of it.
How I worry bout you
Just can't live my life without you
Baby come here, don't have no fear
Oh, is there any wonder why
I'm really feeling in the mood for love
So tell me, why stop to think about this weather, my dear
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again so baby won't you
Come and put our two hearts together
That would make me strong and brave
Oh, when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
If there's a cloud up above us
Go on and let in rain
I'm sure our love together would endure a hurricane
After a long day at the office and a rather creepy homecoming with a
scary man trailing me through various stores and locations to my
apartment, I just wasn't feeling too goofy/lovey/celebratory. After
all, don't you need to be in the mood to expound on such things? Don't
you need to be in the right state of mind?
Then I realized something very important: that's exactly the moment when you NEED to talk about love.
I started to write this song about you
And then I decided that I would write it all about love
And it appeared to me
That you wasn't happy
And that's for sure, positively
That's what the world is made of
So give me more L-O-V-E, love
Love is a walk down Main street
Love is an apple that is so sweet
Love is something that can't be beat
When life overwhelms, when desire is fading, when you're just not sure
you've got much to go on... that's when love is the biggest and best
and most beautiful thing in any of our lives.
And if that's Hallmarkian, so be it.
At the very least, it's something worth working hard at...
I'll wait, I'll never give in
Our love has got the power
Too many lovers in one lifetime
Ain't good for you
You treat me like a vision in the night
Someone there to stand behind you
When your world ain't working right
I ain't no vision, I'm the man
who loves you inside and out
Backwards and forwards with my heart hanging out
I love no other way
What am I gonna do if we lose that fire
I think that I've been conditioned most of my life to pay attention to
love in a certain way: to learn the words to the songs, to watch the
movies, to bounce around joyfully with the recently-fallen, to cry at
the weddings, and to invest in the whole idea with enough
sentimentality to down an elephant.
I do all those things.
And sometimes I don't.
But mostly I do.
Sure, I've cried... of course I have. Sometimes because of the
whirlwind and newness of fresh connection, and sometimes because I was
genuinely hurt.
But I don't think I really know yet what it is to choose to love someone after decades
of sacrifice and routine and daily togetherness. Wait -- I know I don't know yet. And that's why I feel a bit clueless and ignorant about the whole thing...
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"
Gatekeeper seasons wait for your nod
Gatekeeper you held your breath
Made the winter go on and on
Sometimes I wonder if anyone can see love realistically until they have to choose to do it when things are awkward and awful.
Would they stick past the initial reverie of it all, if they knew it
would end in hard work? Maybe that's why it's so amazing at first: to
get us hooked long enough to experience the really amazing stuff.
I'll be hard to handle
I promise you that
And if you complain
Here's one little Jane
Who'll leave you flat
I'll be hard to handle
What else can I be
I say with a shrug
I think you're a mug
To marry me
That's why I'm thinking about love tonight. Because I don't feel lovely
or lovable or love-filled. I just feel ill at ease. I feel frustrated.
But if I can find beauty in this stuff when I'm not feeling beauty
anywhere else, then perhaps I can learn what it means to have your
heart in the game -- even when everything else around you is falling apart.
To walk forward when you barely feel you can stand.
There's something in your eyes
Makes me wanna lose my self,
Makes me wanna lose myself in your heart,
There's something in your voice
That makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
For the rest of my life
If you knew how lonely
My life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
Anyhow, I will write more about love later. You know I adore the topic
and all the quirks and foibles and insanities of it all. It's the
sprinkles on my donut, the cocoa in my mocha, the snow on my mountain,
and the spotlight under which I feel free to dance.
It's the wonder of the world, It's a rocket to the moon
It gets you high, it gets you low, but once you get that glow...
Here's to my best romance, Here's to my worst romance
Here's to my first romance - ages ago
Here's to the boys I've kissed, and to complete the list
Here's to the boys who said "No!"
Love, love, hooray for love
Who was ever too blase for love
Make this the night for love
If we have to fight, let's fight for love
But for tonight, I will just defer to the experts.
I dont know why we can't talk
Every time we try we get choked up
Running with the feelings that get caught in our head
'Til I cant remember what it was we said
All my friends say I'm in love
Is this what I think they're thinking of?
12:56:31 AM
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Meg Fowler.
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