in august and everything after
it's official: i am obsessed with counting crows.
i don't know what my problem is! i flip through my cd case in the car and all i can settle on is counting crows. today on the way home from michigan i listened to 4 albums. listened to the same stuff on the way up a few days ago. and some of them have the same songs on them. didn't matter, i can't get enough.
what's the attraction you may ask? besides the combination of the sax and trumpet in chelsea, the acoustic versions of mr jones, round here and piano accompaniment of anna begins... counting crows has a style they refuse to stray from. i hate bands that change and mold to fit the times. dc talk went from hip hop to alternative. jewel went from folk to pop. i can't stand that! the crows have distinctly held on to their art form. i admire that. every album they record in a big house in california where they live while recording. how cool is that? and of course, being the poet that i am, i am in love with the lyrics...
...step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white...
...she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land just like she's walking on a wire in the circus...
...would you catch me if i was falling, would you kiss me if i was leaving, would you hold me cause i'm lonely without you?...
...this time when kindness falls like rain it washes me away, and anna begins to change my mind, and everytime she sneezes i believe it's love and oh lord, i'm not ready for this sort of thing...
...i wanted to see you walking backwards and get the sensation of you coming home, i wanted to see you walking away from me without the sensation of you leaving me alone...
...i wanted the ocean to cover over me, i wanna sink slowly without getting wet, maybe someday i won't be so lonely, and i'll walk on water every chance i get...
...i'm almost drowning in her sea, she's nearly crawling on her knees, it's almost everything i need...
...love is a ghost train howling on the radio, 'remember everything', she says, 'when only memory remains'...
...and i don't get no answers, and i don't get no change, it's raining in baltimore baby, but everything else is the same...
...in august and everything after, i'm after everything...
...she wants to be just like me, i want every damn thing i see, one day you're daddy's little angel, the next you're everything he wanted you to be, they dress you up in white satin and they give you your very own pair of wings...
...i hope that everybody can find a little flame, me, i say my prayers and i just light myself on fire and walk out on the wire once again...
...i guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her...
...'i gotta rush away,' she said, 'i've been to boston before, and anyways this change i've been feeling doesn't make the rain fall.' no big differences these days, just the same old walkaways, someday i'm gonna stay, but not today...
...if everything is nothing then are we anything, is it better to be better than to be anything?...
...or we could simply pack our bags and catch a plane to barcelona cause this city's a drag, i may take a holiday in spain, leave my wings behind me, drink my worries down the drain and fly away to somewhere new...
...is anything different these days, the light in her eyes goes out, i never had light in my eyes anyway, maybe things are different these days...
...i never go to new york city these days, something about the buildings in chelsea that kills me, maybe in a month or two, maybe when things are different for me, maybe when things are different for you, and all of this shit just sticks in my head...
...if dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts...
…but i don’t mind the dark discovering the day, cause the night is a beautiful bright blue and gray…
…what brings me down now is love, cause i can never get enough…
...if i could make it rain today, and wash away this sunny day down to the gutter i would, just to get a change of pace, things are getting worse but i feel alot better and that's all that really matters to me...
...there has to be a change i'm sure, today was just a day fading into another, and that's can't be what a life is for...
...one way or another i'm just hoping to find a way to get my feet out in the world...
...i'm thinking about taking some time, thinking about leaving soon, thinking about leaving tomorrow, thinking about being on my own, i think i've been wasting my time, i'm thinking about getting out...
...and i keep thinking tomorrow is coming today, so i am endlessly waiting...
i don't know what my problem is! i flip through my cd case in the car and all i can settle on is counting crows. today on the way home from michigan i listened to 4 albums. listened to the same stuff on the way up a few days ago. and some of them have the same songs on them. didn't matter, i can't get enough.
what's the attraction you may ask? besides the combination of the sax and trumpet in chelsea, the acoustic versions of mr jones, round here and piano accompaniment of anna begins... counting crows has a style they refuse to stray from. i hate bands that change and mold to fit the times. dc talk went from hip hop to alternative. jewel went from folk to pop. i can't stand that! the crows have distinctly held on to their art form. i admire that. every album they record in a big house in california where they live while recording. how cool is that? and of course, being the poet that i am, i am in love with the lyrics...
...step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white...
...she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land just like she's walking on a wire in the circus...
...would you catch me if i was falling, would you kiss me if i was leaving, would you hold me cause i'm lonely without you?...
...this time when kindness falls like rain it washes me away, and anna begins to change my mind, and everytime she sneezes i believe it's love and oh lord, i'm not ready for this sort of thing...
...i wanted to see you walking backwards and get the sensation of you coming home, i wanted to see you walking away from me without the sensation of you leaving me alone...
...i wanted the ocean to cover over me, i wanna sink slowly without getting wet, maybe someday i won't be so lonely, and i'll walk on water every chance i get...
...i'm almost drowning in her sea, she's nearly crawling on her knees, it's almost everything i need...
...love is a ghost train howling on the radio, 'remember everything', she says, 'when only memory remains'...
...and i don't get no answers, and i don't get no change, it's raining in baltimore baby, but everything else is the same...
...in august and everything after, i'm after everything...
...she wants to be just like me, i want every damn thing i see, one day you're daddy's little angel, the next you're everything he wanted you to be, they dress you up in white satin and they give you your very own pair of wings...
...i hope that everybody can find a little flame, me, i say my prayers and i just light myself on fire and walk out on the wire once again...
...i guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her...
...'i gotta rush away,' she said, 'i've been to boston before, and anyways this change i've been feeling doesn't make the rain fall.' no big differences these days, just the same old walkaways, someday i'm gonna stay, but not today...
...if everything is nothing then are we anything, is it better to be better than to be anything?...
...or we could simply pack our bags and catch a plane to barcelona cause this city's a drag, i may take a holiday in spain, leave my wings behind me, drink my worries down the drain and fly away to somewhere new...
...is anything different these days, the light in her eyes goes out, i never had light in my eyes anyway, maybe things are different these days...
...i never go to new york city these days, something about the buildings in chelsea that kills me, maybe in a month or two, maybe when things are different for me, maybe when things are different for you, and all of this shit just sticks in my head...
...if dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts...
…but i don’t mind the dark discovering the day, cause the night is a beautiful bright blue and gray…
…what brings me down now is love, cause i can never get enough…
...if i could make it rain today, and wash away this sunny day down to the gutter i would, just to get a change of pace, things are getting worse but i feel alot better and that's all that really matters to me...
...there has to be a change i'm sure, today was just a day fading into another, and that's can't be what a life is for...
...one way or another i'm just hoping to find a way to get my feet out in the world...
...i'm thinking about taking some time, thinking about leaving soon, thinking about leaving tomorrow, thinking about being on my own, i think i've been wasting my time, i'm thinking about getting out...
...and i keep thinking tomorrow is coming today, so i am endlessly waiting...
posted by KTB at
11:50 PM
1 Comments:
counting crows sometimes feels like that "loud, hit-by-a-semi-truck kind of love..."
seriously, kate, I just read those lyrics, and it made you and will feel so much closer. He called today, freaking out, and I just hope he had CC on in his car...
it's amazing how an entire band full of songs can stick with you like the strongest memory. They're always playing in the back of my mind, adding a soundtrack to every conversation I have, every thought I think, every feeling that strays from my heart to my head.
love you, roomie. love willie. love counting crows.
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