extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry's
contemplation of my travels, in which my often
rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
I could smile for awhile
But I saw you last night
You held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say, "Hello"
Oh, you wished me well
You, you couldn't tell
That I'd been crying over you
Crying over you
I could smile for awhile
But I saw you last night
You held my hand so tight
As you stopped to say, "Hello"
Oh, you wished me well
You, you couldn't tell
That I'd been crying over you
Crying over you
Klaatu barada nikto!
Klaatu barada nikto!
(These two were in regular rotation.)
(These two were in regular rotation.)
#MusicChallenge
Quote post any four albums you would (always) listen to without skipping a single song
#MusicChallenge
Quote post any four albums you would (always) listen to without skipping a single song
One of the moral diseases we communicate to one another in society comes from huddling together in the pale light of an insufficient answer to a question we are afraid to ask.
Thomas Merton, prologue to No Man Is an Island.
One of the moral diseases we communicate to one another in society comes from huddling together in the pale light of an insufficient answer to a question we are afraid to ask.
Thomas Merton, prologue to No Man Is an Island.