[lyrics]

[wispfox]

Feeling like posting some lyric snippest that regularly please me...

"[...] his words have no wings" -Dar Williams, "Mark Rothko Song"

"[...] did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?" -Train, "Drops of Jupiter"

"[...] the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses", -Joni Mitchell, "Chelsea Morning"


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And, either now is a good time to have weird dreams, or I forgot to give an option for the possibility that one's dreams are no different than normal and y'all _normally_ have weird dreams. :) (or, well, both)

Comments

[majes.livejournal.com]

I love all three of those songs. #2 hits me kind of hard sometimes though - I still love the song, but it gets me all emotional (in the lingering pain of lost love kind of way).