Incoherant Ramblings from a First-Time Father of an Extraordinary Daughter, along with Musings on Life, Food, Books, Entertainment, Running and Poetry all with a Lousy Dawg
Showing posts with label Arts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arts. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Friday, October 14, 2011
She Fights For Her Life
I was reminded of this video today.
Aside from the whole thing being BEAUTIFUL, it reminds me that there are actually people amongst us for whom getting dressed and going out are DEATH-DEFYING events (I have no idea if this is what the artist intended).
We tend to pooh-pooh people with anxiety disorders as "soft", "weak" or "quitters" let me tell you, they are anything but weak and they are certainly not quitters. Take all the anxiety you feel in a typical day and double it - triple it - quadruple it and on and on and on. When was the last time you were convinced that walking out your door would kill you - yet you did it anyway?
http://youtu.be/2_HXUhShhmY
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
Aside from the whole thing being BEAUTIFUL, it reminds me that there are actually people amongst us for whom getting dressed and going out are DEATH-DEFYING events (I have no idea if this is what the artist intended).
We tend to pooh-pooh people with anxiety disorders as "soft", "weak" or "quitters" let me tell you, they are anything but weak and they are certainly not quitters. Take all the anxiety you feel in a typical day and double it - triple it - quadruple it and on and on and on. When was the last time you were convinced that walking out your door would kill you - yet you did it anyway?
http://youtu.be/2_HXUhShhmY
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Almost Makes a Person Want to Recycle . . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYnd5JRu86E&feature=player_embedded
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
YOU AND I
Written by Ingrid Michaelson
Don't you worry there my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills
Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you if you know what I mean
Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Don't you worry there my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills
Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you if you know what I mean
Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
Friday, October 15, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
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