That I'm paying for but not using much of. Also to spread the love.
River
Teach Your Children
Runaway Run
Anyone who's been paying attention knows who the artist is.
In other news, we're rearranging the house, transferring the sewing room to the basement (so there will be more room for the quilt frame) and turning the sewing room into a guest room. Complete with bed and dresser, whoopee! I'll miss my pretty yellow walls, but it'll give me more storage space, and I can make a quilt that'll go with the decor. Hmm. *plans new quilt*
Random lyrics that seem apropos right now...
It was a slow day, and the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light, a shattering of shop windows-- the bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio. These are the days of miracle and wonder. This is a long-distance call. The way the camera follows us in slo-mo, the way we look to us all. The way we look to a distant constellation that's dying in a corner of the sky. These are the days of miracle and wonder and don't cry, baby, don't cry.
There was a dry wind, and it swept into the desert and it curled into the circle of birth. And the dead sand, falling on the children and the mothers and the fathers and the automatic earth. These are the days of miracle and wonder. This is a long-distance call. The way the camera follows us in slo-mo, the way we look to us all. The way we look to a distant constellation that's dying in a corner of the sky. These are the days of miracle and wonder and don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry.
It's a turnaround jump shot, it's everybody jump start, it's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts. Medicine is magical and magical is art, you know the boy in the bubble and the baby with the baboon heart and I believe these are the days of lasers in the jungle, lasers in the jungle somewhere, staccato signals of constant information, a loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires and baby, these are the days of miracle and wonder. This is a long-distance call. The way the camera follows us in slo-mo, the way we look to us all, oh yeah, the way we look to a distant constellation that's dying in a corner of the sky. These are the days of miracle and wonder and don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
River
Teach Your Children
Runaway Run
Anyone who's been paying attention knows who the artist is.
In other news, we're rearranging the house, transferring the sewing room to the basement (so there will be more room for the quilt frame) and turning the sewing room into a guest room. Complete with bed and dresser, whoopee! I'll miss my pretty yellow walls, but it'll give me more storage space, and I can make a quilt that'll go with the decor. Hmm. *plans new quilt*
Random lyrics that seem apropos right now...
It was a slow day, and the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road. There was a bright light, a shattering of shop windows-- the bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio. These are the days of miracle and wonder. This is a long-distance call. The way the camera follows us in slo-mo, the way we look to us all. The way we look to a distant constellation that's dying in a corner of the sky. These are the days of miracle and wonder and don't cry, baby, don't cry.
There was a dry wind, and it swept into the desert and it curled into the circle of birth. And the dead sand, falling on the children and the mothers and the fathers and the automatic earth. These are the days of miracle and wonder. This is a long-distance call. The way the camera follows us in slo-mo, the way we look to us all. The way we look to a distant constellation that's dying in a corner of the sky. These are the days of miracle and wonder and don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry.
It's a turnaround jump shot, it's everybody jump start, it's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts. Medicine is magical and magical is art, you know the boy in the bubble and the baby with the baboon heart and I believe these are the days of lasers in the jungle, lasers in the jungle somewhere, staccato signals of constant information, a loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires and baby, these are the days of miracle and wonder. This is a long-distance call. The way the camera follows us in slo-mo, the way we look to us all, oh yeah, the way we look to a distant constellation that's dying in a corner of the sky. These are the days of miracle and wonder and don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
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