Monday, March 13, 2006
Friends, Greenland is a place where souls go to dry out
It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra
Bereft of fire and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance
There is a sort of peace
The peace of pain
The peace of nothing
Well friends, I'm going there
If life is stagnant, and I know, I know it is lonely, I say to you: Live the magic by spending your hard earned tax refund on a new CD by Andrew Bird. The Mysterious Production of Eggs? Bowl of Fire?? Read a book!
And also, thanks to TR who gave birth to this lovely brainchild.
Could someone explain this one? And when I say "someone" I mean "TR." Read a book. A coincidence...I think not -Allison
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If I told you once I told you three times.
I don't know where I stand not since someone informed me that my house was built on sand.
I always heard it as "in the hoar of its imposing irrelevance. You just blew my mind.
Well friends, I tell you what. I am going there.
...and I love this song. Thank you for appreciating it too...
Read a book.
Wait a minute.
I remember it like it was yestermonth.
President's Day.
I've been singing in all week at work, and it's magical because the chances of anyone at MY work knowing that song are zip nada null zilch. "Fear is lying, dying, in the sand..."
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