Sexy Chick- David Guetta

This song is the most hilarious thing I have listened to in a long time. While driving at 6am to pick up coffee for half of the base, one of the SSgts I work with pointed out some of it's finer points.

"I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful" (thesis)

Wow, I really like this girl! How can I describe her? Gorgeous? Beautiful?

"Girl, you's a sexy bitch"

Ok, I need some sort of modifer...

"Damn, you's a sexy bitch"


...And so on and so forth. I considered posting the music video but... yeah no. Hipster cred aside, it is too shameful.

My Song for this past year

As this year is about to burn into the next, I discovered quite by mistake, this incredible song. For whatever reason, it is my song of the past year. Sean Hayes's record recording is gorgeous, as is "The Be Good Taynas" rendition.



A Thousand Tiny Pieces

Let’s play this one out, until it explodes
Into a thousand tiny pieces
What’s the story universe
You are melody in numbers
You were shapes you were rhythms
There are signs that we can learn
Place over the heavens
To predict how long we’ll burn
How long will I last?
Can you turn up the heat?
What star am I circling?
What’s circling me?
Am I ebb, am I flow?
My lack of control
Turn it on, turn it up
Say yes, play no

Things keep changing
Things keep changing
Things keep changing

The Some of it All

If she loves all
and I simply love some
then it makes infinitely more sense
to place her name alongside yours in
this equation.

The things I do not love-
The incomprehensible silence in which I have no part
The shared disliked for practical things
Count against me like so many negative numbers.

But the depth with which I love
the sleepy rims of your inscrutable eyes
and the way your calm mind anchors my chaotic space
The sum of this all.

Might not this be calculated in a way that tips the
balance of your heart to me?

Dr. Dog

As close to Brian Wilson as we get in this less than exalted time.

Bah

This is what I say to the everything and the everyone that insist on sticking me in the gut with their insufferable indifference.

Spring

Across from my church is a large field which as of today, is finally snow free. March is forcefully turning over the decaying page of Chicago winter to a slightly soggy but yet unblemished new Spring. This afternoon, I will walk barefoot across that field, enjoying the icy water that squinches between my toes-- a reminder of the season that has past, but a welcome harbinger of things to come.

I know this song is slightly offensive because of it's slight use (ok, blatant use) of the f word. However, I think it is one of the most gorgeous, heartfelt break up songs I've heard in awhile so I am shelving my puritan disapproval and showing Sean Hayes a little blog love. Incidentally, it may be the use of this ugly word which makes me feel such intense empathy for the subject of this song. Perhaps it is because it is so shocking and vulgar that I feel it is so appropriate for this subject matter.

Trailer For Every Oscar-Winning Movie Ever

Dismantling the Bomb

It would be ludicrous to bomb an atomic bomb.
The day someone swings a wrecking ball at that baby
is the day we all die. There is no easy end to an atomic bomb,
just a slow and steady commitment to the small victories
found in divesting a lethal and awe inspiring weapon
of its never ending destructive capabilities.

Today it is the brass chimney sleeves, just the brass chimney sleeves.
With deft and single minded hands I will peel off the clinging fabric
of those once exalted sleeves. Tomorrow it's the two piece tamper plug
and the cork lining, but today I will strip those sleeves with
indifferent skill, never minding the vulnerability of the exposed parts.

Next it will be the aluminum cups. Like a dentist
with a rebellious tooth, I will clean the rust from each bolt.
Nothing will stop me from twisting it clean from its protective
suctioning embrace until at last, I am confronted by the plutonium.

From this close, it is simply a silvery white rock, like one of the
many indiscriminate pieces of gravel that we once collected
but are now content to let leave our pockets, shoes and skin.

And so it is that we dismantle grief- piece
by piece- refusing to be deterred by the whole, until the
core is no longer an insurmountable thing.

Samson

Regina Spektor



Flash from the past! Back to sophomore year we go...

You Lied

Perry Blackwell

Agony

from Into the Woods



I was in this musical in high school as Cinderella. This is one of my favorite male duets of all time and I've had it stuck in my head for about 3 days. The reprise is actually even funnier. It reminds me of the summer I spent painting houses in high school. I'm pretty sure I listened to this song on repeat, substituting it only with Aerosmith's best hits.



Even funnier, my mom was once Rapunzel in a community production when we were kids.