May 31st, 2005

First day of school

Remembered the things that you said...

Okay, this song has been stuck in my head for a few days now for two reasons:

  1. It is my favorite song of all time.
  2. I keep watching “A Cinderella Story” over and over again because the tape in my VCR and they play an acoustic version of this. If anyone has the acoustic version and could send it to me… I would love them forever. J

 

Artist: Edwin McCain Lyrics

 Song: I'll Be Lyrics

 

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful

Stop me and steal my breath

Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky

Never revealing their depth

Tell me that we belong together

Dress it up with the trappings of love

I'll be captivated

I'll hang from your lips

Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

 

Chorus:

I'll be your crying shoulder

I'll be your love suicide

and I'll be better when I'm older

I'll be the greatest fan of your life

 

Rain falls angry on the tin roof

As we lie awake in my bed

You're my survival, you're my living proof

My love is alive not dead

Tell me that we belong together

Dress it up with the trappings of love

I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips

Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above

 

Repeat Chorus

 

I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead

Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said

 

Repeat Chorus 

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          Maybe, she thought as she walked, Brian McBrian was onto something important. Maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. Wearing slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest. Eating a brownie with vanilla ice cream. Getting to level seven in Dragon Master and knowing there were twenty levels to go.

          Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks – the traffic signal that said “Walk” the second you got there – and down ticks – the itchy tag at the back of your collar – that happened to every person in the course of a day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.

          Maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if your friend was possibly dying.

          Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for.

 

~ The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants