m e d i c i n e

sometimes songs just speak to you.

bodies on consignment.
return them to the circus,

and what is the purpose?

what is the purpose and would you believe it?

would you believe it if you knew what you were for,

and how you became so informed.

bodies of info performing such miracles.

i am a miracle made up of particles

and in this existence,

i’ll stay persistent,

and i’ll make a difference
and i will have lived it. 

i go back and forth every single day.
the clarity that comes to me in a choppy way,
as the feelings

and the places
and the seasons change,
the galaxies remain.
energy fields cone the body in space.
the angels that are coming from a spiritual waste.
the hate that gets me distant from my spiritual pace.

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

t u e s d a y t u n e s v. 9

because i am going to the

macklemore & ryan lewis concert

in st george this weekend,
i figured i would share some of his tunes. 
language warning. just saying.. 

https://soundcloud.com/macklemore 

however, the video below was just too beautiful not to share. 

so it takes the spotlight.
 

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.