Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Just Some Inspirational Words...

In honor of Black History Month, here is a beautiful quote from Maya Angelou, "one of the most important African American authors and orators of the twentieth century."

"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."  
 -Maya Angelou

Also, I'm in love with this song:


My BFF Brooklin (roommate from last year) is getting married and has put me in charge of finding music for her wedding, so I have love songs coming out my ears lately. Be prepared because I'll probably be posting several of my favorites sometime in the near future...

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Words of Wisdom

I had a great conversation with my mom today. It went something like this:

Mom: Girls are just mean. There's no way around it.
Me: Sometimes I wish I was a boy.
Mom: Then you would be dumb and insensitive.
Me: So mean and catty or dumb and insensitive are my only options?
Mom: Yep.

It's sad because it's true. I have to leave for class in a few minutes, so naturally instead of working on homework I'm listening to music. Here is my song of the day: (I don't know why it is so huge...)





 Low Rising by The Swell Season
I wanna sit you down and talk
I wanna pull back the veils

And find out what it is I've done wrong
I wanna tear these curtains down
I want you to meet me somewhere
Tonight in this old tourist town
And we´ll go


Low rising

´Cause we´ve gotta come up

We´ve gotta come up

Low rising
´Cause I fear we´ve had enough
Low rising
´Cause there´s no further for us to fall
Low rising
Oh for the love of you

I wanna take you to the rock
I wanna jump right in
And see what that big ocean's got
I wanna turn this thing around
I wanna drink with you
All night till we both fall down
Till we go

Low rising
´Cause we´ve gotta come up
We´ve gotta come up
Low rising
´Cause there´s no further for us to fall
Low rising
And I fear we´ve had enough
Low rising
Oh for the love of you

Low rising
´Cause we´ve gotta come up
We´ve gotta come up
Low rising
And I fear we´ve had enough
Low rising
´Cause there´s no further for us to fall
Low Rising
Oh for the love of you

For the love of you
Low rising low rising
I wanna sit you down and talk
I wanna sit you down and talk about it now 

I have a secret love for The Swell Season. You should check them out.

Here's another gem, shown to me by a good friend who doesn't realize just how great he is:


And...I still think "dumb and insensitive" is better than being a girl. Just sayin.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

These Girls Are Hilarious.

Seriously. I wish I was as funny as them. And as talented.


...And this is what happens on a boring Monday night when Hilary's husband is out of town. Don't we make such a great team? There will most likely be more where this came from... Dun dun dun!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Sometimes someone else has already written my song

Song of the day: Too Good For You (So Sorry) by Sara Bareilles
(Sorry, no music video. Just a glorious song.)


You claim your innocence, but I blame your reticence
For why I never knew no, never knew how you play.
One love has two equal parts, but you leave your love with your mark
On your unfortunate prey.
But there is no excuse, I don't like being used.
And someday it's gonna get back to you.

You're so predictable man. You hit the ground and you ran.
Ran as if I, if I would chase you.
But your dear delectable prize 'neath your near electrical skies
Is damn near disappointment at most.
I didn't know I paid for merely a masquerade.
So I want my money back, hey.

You're sorry that you hurt me so bad,
Sorry if I thought you were madly in love.
You only just pretend to start something that you can end.
Sorry you're addicted to cruel.
Sorry has nothing to do with you
Go on play your games cause I'm sorry I'm too good for you anyway.

How is it up on your high horse
You know we miss you of course
But if a moment ever rolls around you may be interested in looking down
Cause you're not so far from the ground.
I was a fool for you but you were foolish too. And fools never get the last laugh.

You're sorry that you hurt me so bad
Sorry if I thought you were madly in love
You only just pretend to start something that you can end.
Sorry you're addicted to cruel
Sorry has nothing to do with you
Go on play your games cause I'm sorry I'm too good for you anyway.

You were an open book, but after a second look
I realized I was wasting my time.
I know how the story goes and everyone looks for a hero
And here we are one at a time, standing in line to tell you you're not mine.
But you're sorry.

You're sorry that you hurt me so bad
Sorry if I thought you were madly in love
You only just pretend to start something that you can end.
Sorry you're addicted to cruel.
Sorry has nothing to do with you.
Go on play your games cause I'm sorry I'm too good for you anyway.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Stop and Listen

I just like this song tonight.

John Mayer - Stop This Train