Another video…of a song…but at least it’s a really, really beautiful song by the amazing talents of Mr. Iron & Wine himself, Samuel Beam.
Iron & Wine: “Resurrection Fern” from Manda on Vimeo.
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One of my favorite songs in the world…live.
I’M NOT WORRIED. It’s no crime, how time flies and I spend my lines on the less-than-worthwhile. Then I’ll make up a name for all the crimes I’ve filed: emptiness. And I’ll shuffle and whine through them in denial, and sink in and out of a headache and a smile, and ache for some time until, finally, I fall asleep.
Day after day after day.
She’s a rainbow and she loves the peaceful life
Knows I’ll go crazy if I don’t go crazy tonight
There’s a part of me in the chaos that’s quiet
And there’s a part of you that wants me to riot
Everybody needs to cry or needs to spit
Every sweet tooth needs just a little hit
Every beauty needs to go out with an idiot
How can you stand next to the truth and not see it
Oh, a change of heart comes slow
It’s not a hill, it’s a mountain
As you start out the climb
Do you believe me or are you doubting
We’re gonna make it all the way to the light
But I know I’ll go crazy if I don’t go crazy tonight
Every generation gets a chance to change the world
Pity the nation that won’t listen to your boys and girls
‘Cos the sweetest melody is the one we haven’t heard
Is it true that perfect love drives out all fear
The right to appear ridiculous is something I hold dear
Oh, but a change of heart comes slow
It’s not a hill, it’s a mountain
As you start out the climb
Listen for me, I’ll be shouting
We’re gonna make it all the way to the light
But you now I’ll go crazy if I don’t go crazy tonight
Baby, baby, baby
I know I’m not alone
Baby, baby, baby
I know I’m not alone
It’s not a hill, it’s a mountain
As we start out the climb
Listen for me, I’ll be shouting
Shouting to the darkness
Squeeze out sparks of light
You know we’re gonna go crazy
You know we’ll go crazy
You know we’ll go crazy if we don’t go crazy tonight
Loose Change
COINS. The buildup in our purses, our pockets, our cup holders and mason jars. Coins that collect as dollars and cents, a vacation, or a savings fund. Bronze, silver, ten, twenty-five, five, and one; all the coins, of wishing wells and long lost corners.
And somehow, they are always a burden. He or she, they’ll pull a handful from their pocket and say, “Just one minute! I’ve got to get rid of this stuff.” Two-dollars and thirty-three cents later they’ll say, “Now I can walk straight,” as all the coins are, however harmlessly and unintentionally, somehow leading us on the cockeyed paths of a long road.
My pockets are full of change, of a wicked metal buildup that has accrued inside the linings, a fortune of misfortune that I am trying relentlessly to squander, or toss into the small container next to the till, ‘take a penny, leave a penny’ and wish it out of my life. The trials are copious, but no matter, and however harmlessly and unintentionally — these pockets are full and I can’t seem to walk straight.
A clarinet someplace softly played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
She heard the melody rise and fade, the sun was coming up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
De-gloomifying
I’m in a bad mood, so instead of sulking in my bed (which I was sleeping in an hour ago and awoke with a scotcharoo bella’ache) I’m going through my room and throwing out all of the things that give me negative feelings. I now feel fabulous knowing that my life just got that much less complicated (and I don’t have as much to move)!
I am laying in bed eating a scotcharoo right now. And at this place and time, I don’t think I could be any more in heaven.
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