Here we come to a turning of the season,
witness to the arc towards the sun,
the neighbors blessed burden within reason,
becomes a burden borne of all in one,
but nobody nobody knows,
let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
don’t carry it all don’t carry it all,
we are all our hands in holders,
but meet this bold and brilliant sun,
but this I swear to all

A monument to build beneath the arbors,
upon a cliff the that towers towards the trees,
but every vessel pitching hard to starboard,
lay it’s head on summers freckled knees,
and nobody nobody knows,
let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
don’t carry it all don’t carry it all,
we are all our hands in holders,
beneath this bold and brilliant sun,
this I swear to all, this I swear to all

Buried wreath of trillium and ivy,
laid upon the body of the boy,
lazy will the long come from it’s hiding,
return his quiet certitude to the soil,
so raise a glass to turnings of the season,
and watch it as it arcs towards the sun,
and you must bear your neighbors burden within reason,
and your labors will be borne when all is done, and nobody nobody knows,
let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
don’t carry it all don’t carry it all,
we are all our hands in holders,
beneath this bold and brilliant sun

and this I swear to all
and this I swear to all
and this I swear to all

to all
to all
to all

and this week the trend
was to borrow all the strength that you could lend
to keep my head above the water and not descend
back to where I said I’d never go again

The Juliana Theory – In Conversation

Conversation is amazing when we’re free to say things people often won’t because they hate themselves
These situations almost daily have a way of making people understand that all of us are one
But isolation and division will be our destruction, if we can’t communicate
So as I contradict myself, and forget all I’ve said, I am free

Thrice – Music Box

We are not alone, we feel an unseen love
We are sons and heirs of grace
We are children of a light that never dims
A love that never dies, keep your chin up child
And wipe the tears from your eyes

I was eating nachos, sitting with my mother,talking about nothing, talking about nothing, talking about growing up in NJ, a state without a hero. Who could be our hero? Drive into the city!

The subject of the day is how can we repay this debt of all the money, money we aren’t making. Lately, lately, lately, lately I’ve been on my back. Move up to Seattle, not up to Alaska… my teeth won’t ever chatter, it doesn’t really matter. The subject of the day is how can we repay this debt of all the money, money we aren’t making. I was there, I know (x4).

Well, what do you know, where did you go, and what were you doing? When you got home, you smiled real big, tell me what were you feeling? Send in the troops, everyone hears you, but nobody’s listening! Lately, lately, lately, lately I’ve been on my back!

I just don’t belong in a town,
where no one listens,
even if I’m wrong,
I’ll find a way.

Gotta get away from here,
find a way to disappear,
say goodbye to everything and everyone I know.
Gotta go and leave this town,
all it does is bring me down,
I just wanna tell my friends no matter where I go,
I’ll see them down the road.

Lost myself again,
no one new I was missing,
said goodbye to dad,
and his new wife.

Stuck around this lawn,
now sick and tired of wishing,
even if I’m wrong,
I’ll still be right.

Gotta got away from here,
find a way to disappear,
say goodbye to everything and everyone I know.
Gotta go and leave this town,
all it does is bring me down,
I just wanna tell my friends no matter where I go,
I’ll see them down the road.

I’m sick of dreaming,
I would rather stay up all night,
live my own life.
Don’t worry about me!

Gotta got away from here,
find a way to disappear,
say goodbye to everything and everyone I know.
Gotta go and leave this town,
all it does is bring me down,
I just wanna tell my friends no matter where I go,
I’ll see them down the road
See ‘em down the road,
I’ll see ‘em down the road,
(Lost myself again, didn’t notice I was missin’)
I’ll seem ‘em down the road.

Plain White T’s on Last.fm
(Edited from source: Sing365)

If that doesn’t help, quit.

If that doesn’t help, the problem is you.

Blindside – All of Us Lyrics:

All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it’s a shame how I curl up in the dark
When it’s the same old word giving me the spark.

All of us are searching for an open arm.
Well, it’s a shame how I curl up in the dark.

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Lyrics:
When there is no one left to see
You feel alone but you’ll never be
You cry a bit and you wonder who
Dries your tears, well he’s right next to you

You’ve fallen one too many times
To get up by yourself
You’ve fallen one too many times
I am here to help

Now you’re walking forward
With your head held high
You’re no longer lonely
And you smile towards the sky

When there is no one next to you
You feel the strength to stand up on the two
Of your feet
And you smile, amidst the pain
Amidst the pain

You’ve fallen one too many times
To get up by yourself
You’ve fallen one too many times
I am here to help

Now you’re walking forward
With your head held high
You’re no longer lonely
And you smile towards the sky

And you walk a mile
On your own
And you walk a mile
On your own

Ground is beneath you
And the sky is above you
World is above you
And what you need is deep inside of you

You’ve fallen one too many times
To get up by yourself
You’ve fallen one too many times
I am here to help
I am here to help
I am here to help

Now you’re walking forward
With your head held high
You’re no longer lonely
And you smile towards the sky

And you walk a mile
On your own
And you walk a mile
On your own

Lyrics: (Source)
History’s made its mark in anger.
As everybody knows, it’s what we do,
It’s nothing new.

The next chords struck are fault and failure
And we both know that finger points on cue,
There’s blame for two.

Do you really want him calling, Newo?
Do you really think he’s coming back to you?
Oh, once the world stops spinning, read that writing on the wall.

Is there another, Newo?
Is there cushion just enough to break the fall.
Oh, don’t you cry.
Just lie there baby in the past, ‘cause if you want it all

Right now, hide your feathers on the back porch, baby.
He’s coming home for… you’ve… been… such… a liar.
Hide your feathers, little back porch lady.
You’re too old enough to cry your sorry eyes out over the world.

Hear me scream outside your window.
I’m only here to make my peace with you.
There’s something new.

Oh, it was our time, that day in our lives.
If I could do things different what would I choose?
Oh, don’t you cry, Mama.
Please, don’t cry Mama.
Oh, don’t you cry, no, no.

Right now, hide your feathers, on the back porch, baby.
He’s coming home for… you’ve… been… such… a liar.
Hide your feathers, little back porch lady.
You’re too old enough to cry your sorry eyes out…

No other, could wait for a lover,
To embrace, boy.
When there’s no more room for love,
You’ll sell her off to the sharks.
[x2]

Right now, hide your feathers on the back porch, baby.
He’s coming home for… you’ve… been… such… a liar.
Right now, hide your feathers on the back porch, baby.
He’s coming home for… you’ve… been… such… a liar.
(Over the world)

Hide your feathers, little back porch lady.
You’re too old enough to cry your sorry eyes out…

Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
I’m in love.

Wait a minute, little back porch lady. (Such a liar.)
Oh, don’t you cry, Mama.
Oh, don’t you cry, no, no.
Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
I’m in love.

Wait a minute, little back porch lady. (Such a liar.)
Oh, don’t you cry, Mama.
Oh, don’t you cry, no, no.

You always stole all my last words.
Here’s no exception then, one more for me to send.
And nothing happens in the end.
I’m thinking of you less, more concerned…
and more is less, I guess it doesn’t matter now.

Maybe we’ll never go insane.
You always said we would,
sometimes I wished we could with
you lying naked in the rain
and singing Boney M, cutting down all our old friends.
I talk to them again now.

So here’s the last one I have left.
We fell a little deep, I watched you fall asleep.
And nothing happens in the end,
but I remember when I could remember when.
Seems like a long time ago.

Lyrics:
Who’s to say the way I am
is not to blame on hating love.
Let’s be tragic, let’s be sad.
These eyes can’t seem to see the way I am.

All for love. You wait way too long.
All for love.

Cry and sob while you wait for him.
This kind of love won’t last it never did.
What if this had never happened?
What if we had never seen the light of day?
What if this had never happened?
What if we had never met at all?

All for love. You wait way too long.
All for love.

What if…
this had never happened?
We had never seen the light of day?
This had never happened?
We had never met at all?

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Motion City Soundtrack – L.G. FUAD:

…
I wanna know what it’s like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves
I’m addicted to words and they’re useless
…

Sometimes I still want to go out and get slammed. Stephen King describes his alcoholism well in his book “On Writing.”

I had forgotten the trick of being straight–and out of shame.

Hemingway and Fitzgerald didn’t drink because they were creative, alienated, or morally weak. They drank because it’s what alkies are wired up to do. Creative people probably do run a greater risk of alcoholism and addiction than those in some other jobs, but so what? We all look pretty much the same when we’re puking in the gutter.

He writes of a friend:

“How much do you drink?” the counselor asked.
My friend looked at the counselor with disbelief. “All of it,” he said, as if that should have been self evident.

I can relate. As so kindly pointed out by generations of alcoholics and their kin, alcoholism doesn’t end when you put the bottle down. Now I’ve got to learn to put down the pizza, the television, the HIMYM and Scrubs, the music, the movies, the books, the news.

Heck, while I’m at it maybe I ought to deny myself, take up my cross, and follow him.