March 28, 2010
March 19, 2010
"I can't seem to breath with a rusted, metal heart"...
Liam ran around - a lot. Visited Matt over at Wrecked Metals World Headquarters and took Codizzle's new whip for a spin. A bird hit the window, a flag waved and some glitter glittered. We had Mazzah for dinner.
March 18, 2010
"May all your days be gold, my child"...
Mark Linkous, who played music under the moniker Sparklehorse, took his own life earlier this month. Today's blog title is from his song Gold Day.
"Good morning my child
stay with me a while
you not got any place to be
won't you sit a spell with me
you've got diamonds for eyes
it's time for you to rise
and evaporate in the sun
sometimes it can weigh...
a ton
keep all your crows away
hold skinny wolves at bay
in silver piles of smiles
may all your days be gold my child
a necklace of leaves
spirits in the trees
and drown all the clocks 'til there's none
little ambient in the sun
keep all your crows away
hold skinny wolves at bay
in silver piles of smiles
may all your days be gold my child"
RIP Mark.
stay with me a while
you not got any place to be
won't you sit a spell with me
you've got diamonds for eyes
it's time for you to rise
and evaporate in the sun
sometimes it can weigh...
a ton
keep all your crows away
hold skinny wolves at bay
in silver piles of smiles
may all your days be gold my child
a necklace of leaves
spirits in the trees
and drown all the clocks 'til there's none
little ambient in the sun
keep all your crows away
hold skinny wolves at bay
in silver piles of smiles
may all your days be gold my child"
RIP Mark.
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