this is life

Everyone has to make their own decisions. I still believe that. 

You just have to be able to accept the consequences without complaining.

- Grace Jones

*****

THIS IS LIFE

Grace Jones

This is my voice
My weapon of choice

This is life
This is life

This is plate
This is a cup
This is a story I didn't make up
This is a girl lost in the woods
Some kind of wagon from some other 'hood

This is a voice
These are the hands
This is technology
Mixed with the band

Are you going into the light
Are you free of fear today
When you lie down to sleep do you kind of float away

This is life
This is life

Most of my crimes are of optimism
40 thousand volts of recognition
They tried to strip me of dignity
But I still have tenacity

These are the words I didn't invent
Only an attempt to say what I meant

This is the paper
This is the pen
This is my weapon
A means to an end

Are you going into the desert
You're out of control of your fate
There are no warriors without a war
So get ahead before it's too late

This is life (ya'll)

Lay down your spear
Let go your fear
Far becomes near

Oh Lord
This is life (hey!)

This is the tree
The Buddha slept under
These are the clouds
This is our thunder

This is what makes me look up and wonder
Into the eye of the wind
Through the rain
On to the plain

This is what I'm focused on
This is my head on straight
This is the harness
This is the bait
This is me
I'm flying again

This is a lawyer
Professional liar
There, Taking
Igniting the fire

This is the key
This is the door
Imagine the view from the basement floor

(Hey!)
Now you're going into the desert
You're out of control of your fate
Are you a slave in a chain of command
Serving up another man's head

This is life

Lay down your spear
Let go your fear
Far becomes near
Look out

This is life

Are you going into the light
Are you freeing your fear today
When you lie down to sleep
Do you kind of float away

This is depression
It comes when you're blocking
This is expression
It comes when your rocking

This is life

This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)

When you lie down to sleep
Do you kind of float away
(This is a plate, this is a cup, this is a story, this is a story I didn't make up)

When you lie down to sleep
Do you kind of float away
(This is a plate, this is a cup, this is a story I didn't make up)

This is the world still healing
This is man that's feeling
This is the world still turning
This is the rage still burning
This is the man not learning
This is life

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DISCLAIMER: I found this post HERE first. I loved it so much, and it so perfectly fits how I feel,  that I decided to repost - with a few edits - it here, in my world. Thanks to AGNETA for the inspiration!



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that feelin'

This makes me happy. It reminds me that we humans are amazing, beautiful, complex creatures with the capacity for great joy for joy's sake.

My favorite bits? The dog at 2:03, and the little girl at 2:52 (!!!).

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'

- Journey

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seams of walls and floors

We've finally gotten to the fun stuff: hanging pictures, fluffing pillows, having friends and family out for Sunday brunch -

All is well in our corner of Eden. 

My coffee and I stopped by the wickedly funny My Favorite and My Best this morning and sat, wide-eyed and smiling, as I watched this treasure Jenny had found in her inbox. It's so very perfect I had to share, because I know you'll love it, too. Watch:

See? I told you!

Houses, houses
Seams of walls and floors
Windows to hallways
Closed and open doors...


from Lost Things, by A Fine Frenzy




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a color for your eyes

From sweet sweet life to scrumdilly-do to this sweet bit of hand-clapping, toe-tapping, sing-along happiness:

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Crayola Doesn't Make a Color For Your Eyes 
by Kristin Andreasssen & Megan Downes / Yellowcar Music, ASCAP

I went to see the doctor. I'd come down with the blues.
She said "No, I can't cure you, but I know something you can do.
Take out a piece of paper, and sit down for a while,
and draw a pretty picture of something that makes you smile."
Well, I know what makes me happy. Didn't have to think for long.
But when I tried to draw it, it always came out wrong.
I had a box of 12, 48 and 64,
but nowhere could I find that one shade I was looking for.
I guess I realized, shoulda come as no surprise... 

Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes.
There is no way that I could possibly describe you.
Crayola doesn't make a color to draw my love. 

At first I thought of Green Blue, but then I saw Blue Green.
And then sometimes in bright light, they look Aquamarine.
I think at night they're darker. I looked again for you.
Saw Grey and Black and went out walkin' after Midnight Blue
But the hues of the deepest skies would be a compromise...


Crayola doesn't make a color... 

Spring Green is much too yellow, Sea Green is far too pale.
Cornflower's way too mellow, so I'll try again and fail.
There's no way I can capture the way you make me feel.
One look from you is rapture, whether Blue or Green or Teal.
No color qualifies. That crayon's telling lies...


Crayola doesn't make a color... 

Hey look, it's Periwinkle. So sure I got it now.
But you wink and there's a twinkle in your eye and still, somehow,
I just can't get that sparkle. Those glitter crayons won't.
Maybe Glow-In-The-Dark'll get it right. Aw, no they don't.
Mr. Crayola tries, but I'm left to fantasize...


Crayola doesn't make a color... 


For your eyes, something darker let's see what I can find.
Melted mahogany and got the depth not the shine.
Just about gave up and then I peeled the paper off a little end of...
Really thought it coulda been... ahh, not even Burnt Sienna!
Your passport says they're brown, but I'm gonna keep lookin' round... 


Crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes.
There is no way that I could possibly describe you.
Crayola doesn't make a color to draw my love.

*BONUS extra verse by Megan Downes, written after the recording was made.**

Raw umber? Sepia? Which one is best for eyes of brown?
Your lashes can't conceal dark eyes so warm, so deep they drown
All my sorrows, pain and heartache;All my sadness is washed away.
Outside the lines, that color shines and makes a brand new day.
(A stick of) brown wax can't emphasize the way your eyes (just) hypnotize...




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