I heard this song for the first time this morning and fell in love with it. Pearl Jam was the ultimate, grunge infused, angst ridden band of the 90's. I remember cranking their music and howling along, whatever the mood, and loving them. This is the first new music I've heard from them on main stream radio in years. Eddie Vedder's voice has mellowed with time and I love it!
So here is "Just Breathe" by Pearl Jam and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do :)
Just Breathe lyrics
Yes I understand that every life must end,
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go,
Oh I'm a lucky man to count on both hands
The ones I love..
Some folks just have one,
Others they got none
Stay with me,..
Let's just breathe.
Practiced are my sins,
Never gonna let me win,
Under everything,
just another human being,
Yeah, I don't wanna hurt,
there's so much in this world
To make me bleed.
Stay with me..
You're all I see.
Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't now I'm a fool you see,..
No one knows this more than me.
As I come clean.
I wonder everyday
as I look upon your face,
Everything you gave
And nothing you would take,
Nothing you would take,
Everything you gave
Did I say that I need you?
Oh, Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't now I'm a fool you see..
No one know this more than me
As I come clean.
Nothing you would take,..
everything you gave.
Hold me till I die..
Meet you on the other side.
The sporadic and chaotic ramblings of a stay at home mom looking for the meaning of life and the location of all of my scattered marbles
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Music Break
Love these!!
Feels Like Home
Set Fire To The Rain
A Thousand Years
Heres a walk down memory lane...
no rain
Kiddo
Kiddo has recently decided she wants to be a writer. With her HUGE imagination and her unique way of looking at things (also her express desire to be a hermit in later days) I think it would be a great occupation for her.
Her English class has started a segment on poetry and that has really piqued her interest. She put a few lines down and I thought i'd share them ...
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Her English class has started a segment on poetry and that has really piqued her interest. She put a few lines down and I thought i'd share them ...
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The Lake I See
The lake I see shines like gold in the sunlight
The lake I see shines with the pure color of silver in the moon light
But what is the lake’s true color? Silver or gold? Which is the lakes color that sinks into the depths of the water?
Or is it that both colors are the true colors? Maybe the lake shimmers and shines with both colors pure.
The lake I see changes colors every day and night. Which is true, we will never know. I will watch the lake; I will see shine and shimmer until it tells itself.
What is its true color, the gold or the silver? The one that should always move with the waves?
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Time flows like a river
Time flows like a river. It has an upstream, a downstream, and a standstill.
No one should try to disrupt this river for it will have dire consequences upstream
Those downstream affect those upstream greatly. No one should ever break away from the stream’s current and flow upstream or downstream from where they are
Those who separate from the current no longer exist anymore, it is unnatural
I wish to flow peacefully and quietly down the river and never look back at those whom I left downstream
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What do the trees whisper
What do the trees whisper when the only thing binding them is their roots deep in the flowering earth
I wish to know what stories trees would tell, if only I understood the wind that fuels their stories
Do they talk of battles of the past? Or do they sing praises to the ones who planted them?
Do they wonder about the bird and what it feels like to fly, and that’s why they stretch their arms?
Do saplings try to stay small to admire how far away the blue sky is?
I wish to understand the stories of trees, if only I spoke their tongue.
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What happens beneath the waves
What happens beneath the waves in the lake that glistens in the sun?
What all lurks with no rules under the shore?
What are the stories of the stones and the fish that float unbidden?
What types of stories do the waves speak in return?
Do they speak of centuries past living close and far from humanity?
Or do they just explore the never ending cycle of life that floats through the warm water?
Do fish fear or taunt us beneath the waves?
Laughing because we do not see the way they see, or fear us because we eat them?
What all happens under the shore we see?
Saturday, February 4, 2012
YUCK!
Yesterday it was a balmy 50F outside, the sun was shining and there was a slight breeze off the lake. It was an enjoyable day to be out and about.
Woke up this morning to this....
WTF??
Woke up this morning to this....
WTF??
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
This and That
Okay, Ive heard of writer's block.... but photog block? This is nuts! The subject is straightforward, its workspace. Not rocket science, but for whatever reason it is just not clicking in for me. Bleh!
Speaking of pictures... my local bank is holding a contest for it's members. They are holding a photo comp for a new calendar they are launching next year, using pics from their patrons which they will be putting up for votes in April. I submitted several shots, so when vote time comes up it will be interesting to see what shots are submitted and if I can snag any votes.
My stepdad is back in the hospital. He had his first round of chemo last week and within two days started experiencing bad pains in his legs. He went in for blood work yesterday and they didnt even attempt the draw, he was admitted immediately to the hospital for clots in his legs. Also, both lungs have been nearly over taken completely by the cancer. I am thinking that this is the last slide down this particular slope. Any and all prayers are welcome, not just for him but for the family.
Digging through photos I found this one....this is my stepfather and my cousin that died in that horrid auto accident....
Speaking of pictures... my local bank is holding a contest for it's members. They are holding a photo comp for a new calendar they are launching next year, using pics from their patrons which they will be putting up for votes in April. I submitted several shots, so when vote time comes up it will be interesting to see what shots are submitted and if I can snag any votes.
My stepdad is back in the hospital. He had his first round of chemo last week and within two days started experiencing bad pains in his legs. He went in for blood work yesterday and they didnt even attempt the draw, he was admitted immediately to the hospital for clots in his legs. Also, both lungs have been nearly over taken completely by the cancer. I am thinking that this is the last slide down this particular slope. Any and all prayers are welcome, not just for him but for the family.
Digging through photos I found this one....this is my stepfather and my cousin that died in that horrid auto accident....
Monday, January 2, 2012
Alien Foliage
I am a stay at home mom and I have loved every minute of the time I have had with my daughter. I have gotten to see all the "firsts" as she has grown from infant to pre-teen. First steps, first words, first everything. It's been an awesome ride.
However, the last couple of years I have heard the same question repeatedly..
"OK so you are a stay at home mom, aren't you bored? I mean... what is it you DO?"
My answer to that is simple... I play!
I have found a few hobbies that I am completely addicted to, the primary one being photography. And I have found quite a few that I stink at... but recently, quite by accident, I have found one that is just plain fun and that I can share with my Monsterkid.
I can't keep a cactus alive, my thumb is totally black. But with my latest dabbling in hobby-ing (is that even a word?) I can make my own garden!
Alien Flower Patch
Blue Bloom
Play On Color
Leaves
So there ya go!
And while I am thinking of it.... Happy Freakin' New Year!!
ttfn
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