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Posted:Sep 3, 2023 4:08 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2023 4:57 am 16575 Views
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”But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favourite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
Salem’s Lot Stephen King
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Faded Blue
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Posted:Sep 3, 2023 3:56 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2023 5:01 am 11717 Views
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Summer afternoon .. summer afternoon. To me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
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When Words Fail
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Posted:Aug 19, 2023 8:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2023 9:10 pm 8938 Views
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Ancient winds stir the desert sands, as once again I long to hold you. So close - and yet so far away, I wander the plains of Rajasthan. Would you even want to see me .. if you knew I was here? The answer to that question is in your silence. Mumbai is not that far away.
You and I share the stars tonight, mere miles are all that separate us now. But I would never tell you. For there is nothing in this world that could ever change how you don’t feel about me.
Day breaks and I am lost in thoughts of you. My heart is alone .. surrounded by the relentless tide of shifting sands. I know you won’t miss me when I’m gone .. but somehow, somewhere - I hope you might remember that I loved you more than you will ever know.
Rather have us than have nothing at all Not trying to sound emotional But I’ve seen waters rise and strong men fall It’s just good to have a hand to hold
Every day, there’s a sad twist of fate And it’s easy to think there’s no way we can make it But I swear you and I can stay strong through the fight If we hold on long enough to face it
Sure there’s Purple haze in the sky And they say maybe we’re running out of time But I don’t care, ‘cause you and I Know that love is all we need to survive
Came up from nothing, oh, nothing at all And you stood by my side (you stood by my side) Oh, you can count on me if ever you fall Until the end of time (until the end of time)
Every day, there’s a sad twist of fate And it’s easy to think there’s no way we can make it (There’s no way we can make it) But I swear, you and I Can stay strong through the fight (through the fight) If we hold on long enough to face it
Sure there’s Purple haze in the sky And they say maybe we’re running out of time But I don’t care, ‘cause you and I Know that love is all we need to survive
If the world (if the world) is on fire (is on fire) I don’t care, ‘cause you’re down for the ride (for the ride) We’ll survive, we’ll get by (we’ll get by) From now on ‘till the end of time ‘Til the end of time Oh, oh Oh, until the end of time
Yeah Purple haze in the sky And they say maybe we’re running out of time But I don’t care, ‘cause you and I Know that love is all we need to survive
Love is all we need to survive
Purple Haze Joy Oladokun
* You still haunt my dreams .. as thoughts of you remain. You are my forever and always.
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Moth to a Flame
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Posted:Aug 12, 2023 7:15 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2023 4:34 am 8864 Views
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Like a moth to a flame I’ll pull you in, I’ll pull you back to what you need initially It’s just one call away And you’ll leave him, you’re loyal to me But this time l’ll let you be
‘Cause he seems like he’s good for you And he makes you feel like you should And all your friends say he’s the one His love for you is true
But does he know you call me when he sleeps? But does he know the pictures that you keep? But does he know the reasons that you cry? Oh tell me, does he know where your heart lies? Where it truly lies?
Yeah You should be with him, I let you go from time You should stay with him ‘Cause he seems like he’s good for you And he makes you feel like you should And all your friends say he’s the one His love for you is true (hey)
But does he know you call me when he sleeps? (No, no) But does he know the pictures that you keep? (Oh) But does he know the reasons that you cry? Oh tell me, does he know where your heart lies? Where it truly lies
Right here with me, babe Where it truly lies My bed, babe Where it truly lies In my arms, babe Where it truly lies (Oh-oh-oh)
Where it truly lies Where it truly lies (Hey) Where it truly lies
Moth to a Flame Swedish House Mafia, The Weeknd
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Paradox
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Posted:Aug 4, 2023 5:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2023 7:28 pm 6145 Views
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You are my paradox You are the love letter that I can’t read anymore And the same one I refuse to throw away
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As You Are
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Posted:Aug 4, 2023 4:45 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2023 7:21 pm 6131 Views
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“Stay with me tonight” whispered the Moon. “The Sun will walk you home in the morning.”
You’re feeling isolated And all kinds of frustrated But I love you as you are, love you as you are, yeah And don’t worry about the haters You don’t fit in those boxes they create And it’s tearing you apart, it’s tearing you apart, yeah And when you build those walls to keep you safe It’s like a prison you can’t escape You tear them down, you just might hear me say
I love you as you are I love you as you are And when the whole damn world Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you I love you as you are I love you as you are And when the whole damn world Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you I love you as you are
You can come out of the shadows They’re only scared of what they don’t know But I love you as you are, love you as you are, yeah Yeah, you waged this war within yourself Wasting time dying in a shell They don’t define you, just know they never will
I love you as you are I love you as you are And when the whole damn world Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you I love you as you are (I love you as you are) And when the whole damn world Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you I love you as you are, yeah I love you as you are, yeah
You’re feeling isolated And all kinds of frustrated But I love you as you are, love you as you are, yeah
I love you as you are (as you are) I love you as you are (as you are) And when the whole damn world Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you I love you as you are (I love you as you are) When the whole damn world Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, ‘til it’s gone, ‘til it’s gone
Yeah I love you as you are, yeah I love you as you are, yeah And when the whole damn world Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone I love you as you are
As You Are Daughtry
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The Boathouse
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Posted:Jul 25, 2023 6:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2023 3:19 pm 6835 Views
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Our story tonight is called The Boathouse and it’s a story about an escape down to the end of the dock on a hot day. It’s also about a drawer full of old maps with dotted lines to mark journeys taken, the scent of lavender on your skin, and enjoying the pockets of ordinary magic wherever they can be found.
Mid summer was here with her heat and humidity and bright blinding sunlight. And the boathouse was shady and cool and quiet. I went often in the afternoon .. a little escape. And that was an idea that had appealed to me ever since I was little. To disappear every now and then. To be swallowed up in my own space and step out of time for just a little while.
In the back of the closet in my childhood bedroom there had been a tiny door that didn’t lead anywhere. It was a leftover access point for some plumbing or something similar and by the time I found it when I was five or six it had been nailed shut and out of use for decades. But that didn’t matter to me. I loved to crawl to the back of the closet and to pretend to open it up and slip through into another world. That feeling of possibility and adventure that had led me to discover a world of imagination still featured pretty prominently in my mind. On walks through the woods or neighbourhoods, deep in the stacks at the library, or star gazing on a warm night - I never stopped seeing the potential of a bit of magic to weave its way into the moment .. and the boathouse was full of magic.
Today when I was in need of my escape, I strolled out along the gravel path. I cut through the sea grass and lavender. I stopped to reach for a handful of the lavender blossoms, rubbing the herb between my palms and then cupping them over my face and taking a deep breath in and out. I tried to parse apart the scents that made up lavender. Sweet, honey, bright like lemons. A tiny bit of the pungency of pine and rosemary .. and earthy and floral and soapy. I took another breath, closing my eyes and feeling my shoulders relaxing onto my back. I rubbed my scented hands over my hair and down my arms hoping to carry it all with me for awhile.
Further down the path I came to the steel break wall that edged the lake. I thought of the feeling of the warm steel under my bare feet when I was little, about to jump into the water. How I’d climb out a few seconds later and do it all over again. And the wet footprints that would dry in the sun within a minute or so. Today I had a feeling I’d rather not step my bare foot upon it. The heat was layered and the air around me seemed to vibrate in the plants and bounce off the surface of the lake. I brought my hand up to my brow, shielding my eyes against the sun. I stepped out onto the dock and hurried down its length toward the boathouse.
The dock reached a good way out into the water and that was part of the magic of it. Like its own tiny island on the lake. I knew every knot in the boards and old bit of rope wrapped around the pilings. The boathouse was painted a light blue. Summer sky blue with white trim though the paint was peeling and chipped in places. The door stuck a bit and I braced my shoulder against it as I pushed it open. I stood for a moment before I shut the door behind me, just to feel the rush of the cooler air and to breathe in the smell of the old wood and the water. I felt myself relax in an instant. There are layers to that, aren’t there? You soften and then you realize you are still holding or tensing and that you can let go even more. My face, my eyes, my shoulders all eased and I was glad to be here in this moment.
I shut the door behind me and stepped into the dim space. The floor boards creaked in a friendly welcoming way that I had heard them do for ages. The boathouse had many things in it, but a boat wasn’t one of them. There had been a few over the years but just now it was bare and I liked the space that afforded. Along the walls a whole collection of oars hung and beside them on a dusty shelf a trophy for second place in a rowing competition that had been raced long before I was born.
There was a bench built into the back wall where I’d taken many mid day naps. There were old tools in a cabinet that must have been used on the boats that had been moored here. Life jackets, coils of rope, a few kerosene lanterns and a drawer full of old maps of waterways. When I didn’t have a book with me, I could spend ages looking through those maps. Some of them had notations written on them in faded pencil. Dates and wind speed and temperature. How long a trip had taken. I’d imagine myself on a sailboat or old wooden Chris Craft adventuring through the rivers and lakes and canals. Taking in sunsets and spotting cranes in the high grass at the waters edge. I’d run my fingertip along the dotted lines drawn around shallow spots and sandbars and thought where I might toss an anchor overboard to stop for a swim.
Light reflected though the water and rippled on the walls around me. From the open boat well there was a sound of waves slapping at the wooden stilts and mooring. I smiled thinking of this place as my wishing well. I didn’t toss a coin in. The lake preferred not to be treated that way. But I could dream here. And isn’t that the same as wishing?
I took my spot on the bench, leaning back against the seat and propping my feet up on an old crate. I didn’t mean to stay much longer. There were cucumbers in the garden ready to be picked and sheets on the line that must be dry by now. But still I let my eyes fall shut and my body relax just a bit more. When we find these magical spaces … the door at the back of the closet, the gate to the hidden garden, the floating house in the middle of the lake - well, we mustn’t miss the chance to soften and imagine and be carried away by day dreams.
Kathryn Nicolai Nothing Much Happens
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Red String of Fate
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Posted:Jul 19, 2023 5:23 pm
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2023 6:13 pm 4740 Views
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”An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.”
Too high, too deep It’s you, it’s me Too wild, too free, oh, yeah One thing to me Three words, I speak When you’re with me, babe
Oh, come on, come on However I act, you know how much I care Come on, come on You know what I want, now meet me if you dare Love on the run, love on the run, run Do anything to be there, be there
And I’m always singing it like a prayer Oh, when you touch me there Oh, you’ll always be my ritual Always, love you all through the night and Be there when the sun is rising Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
You worship me Beneath the sheets All love unique, and even when You leave my bed, you’re in my head You’re all I need
Oh, come on, come on However I act, you know how much I care Come on, come on You know what I want, now meet me if you dare Love on the run, love on the run, run Do anything to be there, be there
And I’m always singing it like a prayer Oh, when you touch me there Oh, you’ll always be my ritual Always, love you all through the night and Be there when the sun is rising Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, babe So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, babe Oh, love on the run, love on the run, love on the run, babe Oh, anywhere, be there, with you
And I’m always singing it like a prayer Oh, when you touch me there Oh, you’ll always be my ritual Always, love you all through the night and Be there when the sun is rising Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Always singing it like a prayer Oh, when you touch me there Oh, you’ll always be my ritual Always, love you all through the night and Be there when the sun is rising Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
You’ll always be my ritual
Ritual Tiesto, Jonas Blue, Rita Ora
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Summer Breeze
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Posted:Jul 12, 2023 6:30 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2023 5:13 am 3741 Views
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Close your eyes and feel the summer breeze
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The Loneliest Place
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Posted:Jul 12, 2023 6:27 pm
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2023 6:29 pm 3601 Views
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”I believe there is penance in yearning. There is poverty in giving too much of your heart. When your desire for another is not returned in equal measure - nothing in the world could compensate for the shortfall. Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.”
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