“Learn to like what doesn't cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different...different from you.
Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.”


Lowell C. Bennion

Jan 16, 2013

I believe in good lyrics

Let it be known,  
I love Love lyrics.


"Edge of Desire" -John Mayer, Battle Studies

Love is really nothing, but a dream that keeps waking me. For all of my trying,
we still end up dying. How can it be?
Don't say a word just come over and lie here with me. 'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see. I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe. There I just said it; I'm scared you'll forget about me.
So young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire. Steady my breathing,
Silently screaming. I have to have you now.








"Tangled Up"- Gareth Dunlop, Rooms EP

Thought a lot about you today.

Why I did, I can’t exactly say.
But you kept creeping in 
like a silent wind

through the cracks in the walls
 of my heart.

Is there something that you‘re 
trying to say?

But you kept creeping in
 like a playful wind

through the cracks in the walls
 of my heart.

And my heart did sing
And my eyes did shut
While my mind got tangled up.


"How We Love" - Ingrid Michaelson, Human Again

I knew a man who was afraid to love,
to lay his heart on the bathroom rug.
He drank his coffee in the same old mug,
and sat in silence 'til the world fell numb.
Until the day when a girl came by,
she had eyes like the rising tide.
He felt a sharpness deep inside; 

the kind of ache that can't be satisfied.

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes,
but how we love when it washes our cars.
We love to love when it fills up the room,
but when it leaves oh we're cursing the stars.





1 comment:

  1. nothing makes a song better than a good lyric. & tangle up is love.

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