judecorp: (motherhood)
Can't. Stop. Crying! AAAH!

The One Who Knows
by: Dar Williams

Time it was I had a dream
And you're that dream come true.
If I had the world to give
I'd give it all to you.
I'll take you to the mountains,
I will take you to the sea.
I'll show you how this life became a miracle to me.

You'll fly away, but take my hand until that day.
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done you'll be the one who knows.

All the things you treasure most
will be the hardest won.
I will watch you struggle long
before the answers come.
But I won't make it harder,
I'll be there to cheer you on.
I'll shine the light that guides you down
The road you're walking on.

You'll fly away, but take my hand until that day.
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done you'll be the one who knows.

Before the mountains call to you,
before you leave this home,
Wanna teach your heart to trust
As I will teach my own.
But sometimes I will ask the moon
Where it shined upon you last
And shake my head and laugh and say
It all went by so fast.

You'll fly away, but take my hand until that day.
So when they ask how far love goes
When my job's done you'll be the one who knows.
judecorp: (music=life)
By way of [livejournal.com profile] siercia, [livejournal.com profile] smurfbrother, [livejournal.com profile] scirocco, and [livejournal.com profile] jost:

From the multitudes: When you see this in your friends' page, post some 1980s lyrics in your journal!

Swan Swan H - R.E.M. - Life's Rich Pageant, 1986

Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we
Girl and dog he bore his cross
A long, low time ago, people talk to me

Johnny Reb what’s the price of fans
Forty a piece or three for one dollar?
Hey captain don’t you want to buy
Some bone chains and toothpicks?

Night wings, her hair chains,
Here’s your wooden greenback, sing
Wooden beams and dovetail sweep
I struck that picture ninety times,
I walked that path a hundred ninety,
Long, low time ago, people talk to me

A pistol hot cup of rhyme
The whiskey is water, the water is wine
Marching feet, Johnny Reb, what’s the price of heroes?

Six and one half dozen the other,
Tell that to the captain’s mother,
Hey captain don’t you want to buy,
Some bone chains and toothpicks?

Night wings, her hair chains
Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we
Long, low time ago, people talk to me
A pistol hot cup of rhyme,
The whiskey is water, the water is wine.
judecorp: (if only love was easy)
I had a very productive week at work (almost 28 billable hours), which is surprising since I was home around 4pm on Tuesday and Thursday, and left early today as well. Oh well, I'm not going to knock it. I have to bill 17 more hours before June 30th to get my end-of-year bonus ($1500), so that's pretty much in the bag. Sweet!

I spontaneously walked into Coworker Kelly's office this afternoon and said, "What should I do tonight?" which she graciously took as "How can I entertain you?" and she asked if I wanted to get dinner with her. We went to the new mexican place in Quincy Center (Acapulco's) which was really quite yummy (I had a chicken burrito, muy delicioso) and then went to a little ice cream dive in Quincy Pointe where I had chocolate peanut-butter frozen yogurt that was amazing and didn't taste at ALL like frozen yogurt. But holy crap did I overeat and I am /still/ stuffed. Burp.

I spent a little time e-mailing people from craigslist about apartments and then called an agency that told me to call back Monday. Weird. But then my brother told me that the dude that bought my great uncle's house when he died last year may be interested in buying my dad's house, too (they are next door to each other). If the house sells sooner than I expected, maybe we should just bail on Boston, baby or no baby. I'm starting to wonder if this is the wrong time for us to be TTC (or be parents in any way, given recent sad events) anyway. Which makes me incredibly dejected and gloomy.

Yeah, the one who leaves this also grieves this;
Too much rain on a prairie flood plain;
Houses floating, love is like that;
We built on the river


I'm not sure if any of this has a point. I'm feeling about as directionless as these words convey. Feh.

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