This makes my life a better place.

Another thought, I have recently discovered Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog... I am now in love with both the series itself and Neil Patrick Harris, who is, unfortunately, 1-way more famous than me, 2-like 10-15 years older than me, and 3-very much homosexual. Darn.... But I can still listen to his amazing voice. :) My favorite song is "My Eyes". Here's the first part, the others can be found the related videos after this one, or on Youtube. :) Enjoy!

Thank you, Ingrid.

I love Ingrid Michaelson. This is definitely not her only good song, I love pretty much every one that I've heard. But this one... Yes, it may be depressing, but it rings true. And the melody... Catchy and gorgeous. :) Click on the link to listen to it, it's amazing! Absolutely love it! Anyhow, here it is. :)

Breakable - Ingrid Michaelson


Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
In your two ton death trap I finally saw.
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys. 


By the way, the video is fantastic, too. I love it. :)

Be yours to hold it high....

In Flanders Fields

John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

I was introduced to this poem through A'Capella last year, when we sang the words put to music by Paul A. Aitken. It's an incredible song. Anyway, it's about the fields in Flanders, Belgium, where many World War I battles were fought, notably the 3 battles of Ypres. After the thousands of casualties of Ypres, millions of red poppies sprang up, which are immortalized in this poem, and have become a symbol for lives lost through war. Powerful background to a beautiful poem. :)

I could REALLY use a wish right now...

One of my favorite songs this week is "Airplanes" by B.o.B., featuring Hayley Williams. One version also features Eminem but I don't particularly like his part of the song. Little too much undesirable language... Anyway, lyrics! Sans-Eminem version... With a few minor curse changes. :)

Airplanes

~Chorus~

Can we pretend that airplanes 

In the night sky 
Are like shooting stars 
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) 
Can we pretend that airplanes 
In the night sky 
Are like shooting stars 
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) 
 
Yeah 
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish 
To go back to a place much simpler than this 
Cause after all the partying 
The smashing and crashing 
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion 
And all the pandemonium and all the madness 
There comes a time when you fade to the blackness 
When you're staring at that phone in your lap 
And hopin' but them people never call you back 
But that's just how the story unfolds 

You get another hand 

Soon after you fold 

And when your plans unravel in the sand 
What would you wish for if you had one chance? 
So airplanes airplanes 
Sorry I'm late 
I'm on my way 
So don't close that gate 
If I don't make that 
Then I switch my flight 
And I'll be right back at it 
By the end of the night 

~Chorus~

Yeah, Yeah 
Somebody take me back to the days 
Before this was a job 
Before I got paid 
Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank 
Yeah back when I was trying to get a tip at Subway 
Back when I was rapping for the heck of it 
But now days we rapping to stay relevant 
I'm guessing that if we can make some wishes out of airplanes 
Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days 
Before the politics that we call the rap game 
And back when ain't nobody listened to my mixtape 
And back before I tried to cover up my slang 
But this is for decater 
What's up Bobby Ray 
So can I get a wish to end the politics 
And get back to the music that started this stuff 
So here I stand 
And then again I say 
I'm hoping we can make some wishes out of airplanes 

~Chorus~

Such a good song! I'll admit... The fact that Hayley Williams is in it definitely influences my love for it. She's got an AMAZING voice. I love most of her music with Paramore, and to hear her rap is pretty awesome. :) Plus... Who wouldn't love to get an extra wish every so often?

My poem or whatever will have to wait until later... I've got to go to the Health Department and get a food handler's permit... And I've got a rehearsal for Music Man from 7-10. 

So. Until later.

Take that, menace of the years.

Invictus 

 William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul. 

I was introduced to this poem last week by my awesome friend, Spencer Kersh. It's his favorite poem... It's definitely one of my new favorites. :) It's super empowering, as well as... I don't know.... Almost chilling. Aaand... There's my inner nerd comin' out. :)