When I am at a loss for words myself there are words of others that speak to me. not voices in my head, but the song on the stereo.
"fill up your mind with all it can know
don't forget that your body will let it all go
fill up your mind with all it can know
what would we be without wishful thinking?
"chambers of chains
with red plastic mouths
the inside of outside
no one has found
how to unring the bell
it's just as well
the turntable sizzles
the casting of spells
the pressure devices
hell in a nutshell
is any song worth singing if it doesn't help?
"fill up your mind with all it can know
don't forget that your body can let it all go
fill up your mind with all it can know
'cause what would love be without wishful thinking?
"open your arms
as far as they will go
take off your dress
and embarrassing poem was written when I was alone
in love with you
I shook down these lines
to shine up the streets
I got up off my hands and knees
to thank my lucky stars that you're not me
"what would we be without wishful thinking?"
I am sorry for being repetitive and predictable. I swear Wilco isn't all I listen to every minute of the day. I've been listening to that Charlie Brown Christmas album... oh is it ever good, and another incredible mixed Christmas CD from a dear friend. That same dear friend recommended this web site and now I recommend it to you because its worth every hour of my life it will waste in the near future.
http://pandora.com/
If you haven't been there already, you won't regret it.
le nombril et les coudes,
jules
