New Full Blast Favorite.

In a music mode lately. Summer always puts me there. Anticipating a cool evening breeze in the Boise Botanical Gardens listening to Brandi Carlile and Jewel produce their finest while my ears and hips happily listen and sway, respectively. Great music. Great company. Can't wait!

For now, this song will have to do.

Almost Lover- A Fine Frenzy

Your finger tips across my skin,
The palm trees swaying in the wind,
Images.
You sang me Spanish Lullaby's,
The sweetest sadness in your eyes,
Clever trick.

Well I never want to see you unhappy.
I thought you want the same for me.

Goodbye my almost lover.
Goodbye my hopeless dream.
I'm trying not to think about you,
Can't you just let me be.
So long my luckless romance.
My back is turned on you.
Should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do.

We walked a long a crowded street,
You took my hand and danced with me,
Images.
And when you left you kissed my lips,
You told me you would never, ever forget,
these images.

I never want to see you unhappy.
I thought you'd want the same for me.

Goodbye my almost lover.
Goodbye my hopeless dream.
I'm trying not to think about you,
Can't you just let me be.
so long my luckless romance.
My back is turned on you.
Should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do.

I cannot go to the ocean,
I cannot drive the streets at night,
I cannot wake up in the morning,
without you on my mind.
So your gone and I'm haunted and I bet you are just fine.

Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye my almost lover.
Goodbye my hopeless dream.
I'm trying not to think about you,
why can't you just let me be.
So long my luckless romance.
My back is turned on you.
Should have known you'd bring me heartache.
Almost lovers always do.

Lovely Language

By David B. Tower & Benjamin F. Tweed —

Originally written as song to help students learn the parts of speech. Pronouns were left out, then added by Richland, Washington.

Three little words you often see
Are ARTICLES: a, an, and the.

A NOUN's the name of anything,
As: school or garden, toy, or swing.

ADJECTIVES tell the kind of noun,
As: great, small, pretty, white, or brown.

VERBS tell of something being done:
To read, write, count, sing, jump, or run.

How things are done the ADVERBS tell,
As: slowly, quickly, badly, well.

A PRONOUN replaces any noun:
He, she, it, and you are found.

CONJUNCTIONS join the words together,
As: men and women, wind or weather.

The PREPOSITION stands before
A noun as: in or through a door.

The INTERJECTION shows surprise
As: Oh, how pretty! Ah! how wise!

The whole are called the PARTS of SPEECH,
Which reading, writing, speaking teach.

For the love of Brandi

Brandi Carlile's new album is out. She has a way with instrument and word to create masterpieces. Her music speaks to me and I find myself hanging on every word of her songs deciphering their ins and outs. Wish I had the gaul to write as frank as she does. She spells it out. Says it how it is. I appreciate her honesty in musical form. I wish I could speak many of her truths. Bravery seems to be lacking. For now, I'll let her say it for me as she does so well.


I will- Brandi Carlile.

It's not the end of the world,
It's not even over but it will be soon.
I never learn my lessons, I just change my tune.
And no one seems to notice, but you will. You will.

It's no big deal, but the last thing I think of when I close my eyes.
And the first thing on my mind when I rise.
It is a day and your not really in my life.

You can try and you won't find it where your looking.
You can hold it 'till it's putty in your hand.
And you can break a heart that wasn't even yours to break.
You can never be there for me in the end.
And I will do the right thing. I will.

Your not fooling me.
I'm not the sort of girl who can't see reason.
But it's nothing that a little bit of time won't heal.
I know it don't come easy, but I love you. I do.

Coming clean
Means never closing curtains, I just change my scene.
Oh, but you know what I mean.
And I will learn throughout my life to never lean on what will bend.

I can try and I won't find it where I'm looking
I can hold it 'till it's putty in my hand.
You can't break a heart that wasn't even yours to break
You can never be there for me in the end
But I will do the right thing. I will.


I don't think you ever learned a thing from me
But I'm sure that you want me to learn from you.
And you've drawn heavy handed lines around morality,
About yourself and I don't share your point of view.

It's been time to let you go a thousand times
You never know that it hurts to be the one that you'd regret.
I have to say that I am proud to know you and I'll never be the same because we've met.
You might not miss this, but I will.

Finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense - Ralph Waldo Emerson

A New One

About no particular person, place, or thing- just writing:

Miss you

I'll miss you when the leaves fall,

When the trees stand tall and bare.

When summer greens fade away

To a crackly brown under layer.

I'll miss you as the air cools,

When wind whistles shrills and screams.

When winter thickens and quickens

To drop her snowy crystal flakes.

I'll miss you when the clouds cry,

When new life buds from violent freeze.

When tulips stretch their necks

To the sky with watery dreams.

I'll miss you when the sun shines warm,

When her iridescent rays slow time.

When evening flashes twinkling light

To the beat of days gone by.

Jennifer Brown Perkins

Dear Lisa,

Had something of a victory today and I'm feeling good about it.

"History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce". -Karl Marx

Thank you for passing this positive spin to me yesterday. You knew I needed to hear it. What you did not foresee was the courage it gave me. I needed the courage more.

Thanks to Karl Marx for keeping history and its recurrence in perspective. What a brilliant thinker. Thanks to people who are now history! Once again, back in the vault.

Soon the farce of history relived will turn to laughter and I will giggle myself silly!

Silly, I warn you.

But for now,

"This time I'll be sailing. No more bailing boats for me. I'll be out here on the sea, just my confidence and me... This time I'll have no fear. I'll be standing strong and tall. And I'll learn to get by on a little victory" - Matt Nathanson

One little victory at a time. Until I lock that chapter of the history book up for good, burn it's pages something hot, fierce and terribly hard, and bury it's key out of sight- forever. Then a great victory will be achieved, giggles will boil up from my toes and most likely spill warmly out the corners of my eyes.

Thank you. You are good therapy. I miss you. Now, because heaven forbid you have an established life where you are, and I could never move (I'll blame it on Mick's fear of change), will you just move out here already? I'll be needing you for the bonfire. How hard could it be, really?

Love you!
Jen

Quote of the day- I Saw by Matt Nathanson

I'm surrounded. You spill.
All alive and brand new.
And I forget about you long enough
To forgive why I need to.