A Case of You

Just before our love got lost you said

I am as constant as a northern star

And I said, constant in the darkness

Wheres that at?

If you want me Ill be in the bar

I remember that time that you told me, you said

Love is touching souls

Surely you touched mine

Cause part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine

Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you

I could drink a case of you darling

And I would still be on my feet

Oh Id still be on my feet

-Joni Mitchell

Once again...the musical life takes a turn towards the subtle, quiet lyrics full of longing, set in a small cafe under rings of smoke.

I really wish I could believe the whole "it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all" kitschy phrase we've all been fed our entire lives.

But I can't.

The only thing that is better is to have loved and to continue loving and having. The losing part is extremely overrated.

I Continually ask myself if three weeks of utter bliss are really worth the coming months of sadness and the lengthy healing process which will inevitably ensue. I still do not have an answer to that question.

As much as I have tried to wrap my head around all of this and understand, my mind does not yet have the ability to comprehend such a contradiction. Honesty or no honesty, a matter of timing or not...I don't or better yet... I refuse to understand.

Los Amantes

Mientras caminas
por bosques y parques
sólo por besar tus pies

el otoño desnuda sus árboles
sólo por besar tus pies.
El te ama como yo
con ojos infinitosy como yo
también quisieradesnudarte de otoño.

Nosotros los amantes
sobre nosotros
la lluvia y el amorla lluvia sin cesar
sin cesar el amor
sobre nosotros
la lluvia que como el amor
humedece a los amantes.

-Susana Baca

I´m Getting Old...

Honestly..I dont even have a song thought out for an entry in a blog that I haven´t written in for over a year. So Sue me.

Fact of the matter is...I wanted to write, because..I´m getting old.

I know..I know..it sounds so tragic, as if I just turned 95 or something..but bear with me here..There is no longer this bright golden sheen to my complexion, when my skin had yet to meet the hazzards of smoking and the shadows under my eyes had not yet joined forces with the dark underworld of insomnia..

...........................Regardless. I still feel young and I will continue to party with the best of them. Maybe not untill 4 am. Maybe just untill 2.

OK so hypothetically speaking..Im an adult now..right? I no longer have the safe warm blanket of college around my shoulders to excuse my late nights and reckless behaviour. I can no longer say..Hey I can do that..I´m in college, its allowed. Thats what all americans say to make ourselves feel better about the Boys and Girls Gone Wild episodes of our lives.

ITS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now What? The only song I can come up with which is appropriate and fuck, it even makes me a bit nostalgic given the direction this post took on:

Happy Birthday TO Me..
Happy Birthday To Me..
Im getting to be an old crazy fart reaching a pre mid life crisis.......
Happy Birthday To ME!!!!