cigarettes and chocolate milk January 18, 2008

Cigarettes and chocolate milk

These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I likes a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me

If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I likes a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me

And then theres those other things
Which for several reasons we wont mention
Everything about em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly

Its not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys faces have general run of the town

Playing with prodigal sons
Take a lot of sentimental valiums
Cant expect the world to be your raggedy andy
While running on empty you little old doll with a frown

You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of lesson in tightropes
Or surfing your high hopes or adios kansas

Its not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

Still theres not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
Im just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
A little bit tower of pisa
Whenever I see ya
So please be kind if Im a mess

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk

 

-rufus wainwright

 

sweet song. January 15, 2008

 Littlest Birds

The Be Good Tanyas

 

Well I feel like an old hobo,

I’m sad lonesome and blue

I was fair as the summer day

Now the summer days are through

You pass through places

And places pass through you

But you carry ‘em with you

On the souls of your travellin’ shoes

 

Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly

Wake you up in the mornin’ so early

Just to tell you I got the wanderin’ blues

I got the wanderin’ blues

And i’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways one of

these days soon

And I’ll sing

 

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…

 

Well it’s times like these

I feel so small and wild

Like the ramblin’ footsteps of a wanderin’ child

And I’m lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill

Singin these blues with a warble and a trill

But I’m not too blue to fly

No I’m not too blue to fly cause

 

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…

 

Well I love you so dearly

I love you so fearlessly

Wake you up in the mornin’ so early

Just to tell you I got the wanderin’ blues

I got the wanderin’ blues

And I don’t wanna leave you

I love you through and through

 

Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train

And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain

I had the wanderin’ blues

And I sang those wanderin’ blues

And I’m gonna quit these ramblin’ ways

One of these days soon

And I’ll sing…

 

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs….

 

I don’t care if the sun don’t shine

I don’t care if nothin‘ is mine

I don’t care if I’m nervous with you

I’ll do my lovin’ in the wintertime

auld lang syne January 1, 2008

i’m not going to make formal resolutions this year, because i always forget to accomplish them…instead these are my “life goals”- things i’ve always wanted to do- or more recently randomly decided i want to do…like before i’m thirty, or something…

1. summit mt. rainier. (yes, the sissy way- i will go with an experienced guide and i’ll make my dad come with me!)

2. become a nurse ( so i can…)

3. live in a third world country

4. run a marathon.

5. become fluent in another language (hebrew- toda, and arabic- shaukraan!)

*and randomly but not least:

~world tour with the ladies

~hike through/see: new zealand, south america, india, and nepal

~get better at my guitar

~publish a book

… and i’ll add more as i dream of them.