t u e s d a y ' s t u n e s v. 1 0

a day late..

i'm pretty famous for completely wearing out a song.

i listen to one song. on repeat. all day at work.

on the way home. while i shower.

and as i get into bed at night. 

for weeks at a time.

i use the shit out of it. 

.... until one day i am just done with it.

i used it for all its got.

i took every meaning out of it.

i cried to it. i danced to it. i slept to it.

this is one of those songs.

the piano… oh the piano.

the perfect amount of whistling and snapping.

the subtle swaying tune is so romantic and inviting to dance to in the early morning hours.

alex ebert explained the meaning of the song to artist direct: "there was this idea and this imagery of various people struggling," he said. "then, in the best way possible, it just doesn't matter in the end. there's a relaxation of allowance and muddying everything up in the sense that i think a lot of our hard lines will dissolve in a great sort of spiritual rain, if you will. a lot of the divisions and the things so many people hold as paramount or important are going to be suddenly disappearing when the big rain happens. i mean that in a metaphorical sense. maybe it's death or some other time, but i do really feel that."

 all wash out

edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros

here come chilly preacher
stumbling 'gainst the wind
singing love, love is something to believe in
a prayer and the sea
and twenty tons of me
crying love, love is something to believe in

to my child of wonder rambling
all my crooked fingers pointing blame
let it all wash out in the rain
yes let it all wash out in the rain

beyond the drunken focus of my aim
all my heroes twisting in the flame
let's let it all wash out in the rain
let it all wash out in the rain

one more for forgiveness
twisting in the cold
singing love, love is something i believe in
too much my defenses
are dangling from the chain
oh but free, free is something to believe in

to my god i want my gypsy train
too my child a howlin' tambourine
let it all wash out in the rain
let it all wash out in the rain
yes let it all wash out in the rain
let it all wash out in the rain

l i f e, a g a i n

i  decided i am forced to start training for my marathon.

this is what i always do... procrastinate until the last minute.

try to find a four week training program 
for a full marathon...

you can’t.

because it’s a stupid idea!

so here i go.. slamming it into 28 lousy days

to figure out how to get through 26.2 miles.

i wonder if the race officials would notice me wearing heelys.

yes, yes. i have a pair.

in all reality, my mind needs the running too.

i need to get out of my head and onto the pavement.

taxes physically drained me last week

our taxes took 20 minutes maybe... ya, i don’t get it.

i pushed through an upset stomach 

and went to this concert last night.

man, people in provo need to loosen up

and move to the music.

my husband did, i swayed,
and provo stood still.

my husband said he would dance with me,

so for my favorite song... he did just that.

and those that didn’t, you missed out.

we then went to the hospital for oreo shakes,

argued music and religion,

and blasted his cd on the way home.

not bad thursday... not bad.

 pictures taken from here

t h e b e s t t h i n g s i n l i f e

i needed several days of rest from the weekend we had.
the warm weather, hot tub, food, climbing,
and chatting around the fire with friends was just what this 
little heart needed.

but the concert. it was wild.
it was very wild.

sweet hannah over at 

stay gold 

tagged me in this post.
and because i completely agree that
the best things in life aren’t things,

here are my best things

1. my husband’s love
2. appreciation
3. weekends
4. the history of everyday people
5. the middle of nowhere
6. strong, graceful women
7. going home to a happy animal
8. goals
9. dark, starry nights
10. pictures

and because we missed tuesdays tunes,
enjoy..

"some call love a curse, some call love a thief 

but she's my home 

and she's as much apart for this broken heart, 

but see broken bones always seem to mend"

t u e s d a y s t u n e s v. 7

i have read and re-read last tuesday's tune post 
about 2 billion times.
and ya.... it's going to need a little more time.
so i did the most logical thing by
turning off my computer and 
ignoring my blog for a whole week.

but because it's saint valentines week,
i give you the most romantic song in the universe.
so pour a little lot of wine
turn off the lights
and grab your favorite make out partner

because this version is that good

happy mardi gras

happy 204th birthday mr abe lincoln.

t u e s d a y s t u n e s v. 5

wow. it’s tuesday again. this last weekend was a dream really. exactly how all weekends should run. surrounded with mates and lovers friday n’ saturday and lounge around sunday.  asian food house party, followed by bouldering into the wee hours of the night in our gnarly garage at negative degree temperatures was just the beginning. saturday, we got drinks and watched the broncos lose with some friends in salt lake. bouldered some more with amy and travis. and spent sunday sleeping in, cooking, and a long walk. in all honesty i wasn’t so wildly thrilled to go outside as it was negative 2 degrees, but i piled on layers and a scarf and enjoyed the empty roads and blanket of snow.

here is one of my favorite songs right now.  i appreciate the wisdom in the lyrics.

O N E .

cross your fingers

c o v e r .

i am not a huge fan of 

people who cover other artists.

most of the time i actually hate it.

drives me crazy.

write your own stuff people.

there are very few cover songs

i do like.

this is ONE.

it's not something i would typically

listen to, but her accent is amazing.

it is a song that will definitely go on

my sleepy-bedtime list.

It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do

You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

s o A L I V E .

Wake up, comb my hair
Making food disappear
Riding bikes, making out
Elephants swimming down

You and I run away
Brushing ticks, so we must
Cover full of fireworks

Every time, everyone, everything's full of life
Everyday, everywhere, people are so alive

We should all be (Oh Oh Oh) alive!
We should all be (Oh Oh Oh) alive!  

We should all be (Oh Oh Oh) alive!
We should all be (Oh Oh Oh) alive!
We should all be (Oh Oh Oh) alive!
Let's not stop, let's go and live!

I see you're colourful
I see you in the trees
I see you're spiritful
You're in the breeze

f e e l t h e s a m e .

Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to, I will.

For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart.

And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
Oh, you know, I will
I will.


the beatles