This song is done by Joseph Arthur and is called "In the Sun". I heard it while watching Scrubs. (I love Scrubs)
Anyway, I decided to give it a shot myself, because I like it so much. The beginning is weird because my mic is adjusting, but it evens out by the time I start singing. It is in no way near as good as Joseph Arthur's original version, but I had fun doing it anyway.
Hopefully someone will enjoy the listen.
And here are the lyrics:
I pictured you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in
May God's love be with you
Always....
May God's love be with you
I know i would apologize if i could see your eyes
'Cause when you showed me myself, you know, i became someone else
But i was caught in between all you wish for and all you need
I pictured you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
You can't keep awake
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
'Cause if i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
You...
You...
I'll find you
You...
I don't know anymore
What it's for
I'm not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
'Cause i been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe you're not even sure what it's for
Any more than me
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
Always...
May God's love be with you
'Cause if i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
If i find
If i find my own way
How much will i find
You...
You...
I'll find you
You...
I'll find you
You...
I'll find you
You...
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Un Nuovo Giorno
I sense a change coming. Whether it's in the scents of the air or whether I can just barely see it on the horizon I am not sure. A part of me thinks it's just my desire for change which is influencing the way I feel. That could be it.I have some epic stories to tell, but I don't feel like it at the moment, so I will save them for my next post.
Yesterday was the first day I was outside for a light summer storm. I have forgotten how much I love them. The warm rain isn't threatening and it never stays around for long. Essentially it just serves to cleanse the day of its impurities. Though yesterday seemed to wash away months worth of days.
I am in the process of writing a new song. It will likely be a lullaby. Why? I don't know. I just decided that it should be is all. The chords are simple, mostly G, but picked, not strummed. It came about because some nights I struggle with getting to sleep. I find it's usually caused by anxiety, frustration, regret, or moderate depression. In any case, those nights, sometimes rare sometimes common, I can only fall asleep by lying in bed and playing my guitar (who still has no name, sadly enough. I think I'm just bad at naming inanimate objects which are important to me...my bike for instance).
Usually I just play random chords, but looking back, I think I have begun to strum a pattern using specific chords. I tend to subconsciously play those chords over and over, sometimes singing softly, until my fingers can barely move and I have to force myself to put my guitar away so as to avoid hurting it if I fall asleep. So, I have decided to consciously write a song based on these chords which I use to lull me to sleep, and thus: a lullaby.
On another note, I have really noticed lately that I make the biggest mistakes after having the best experiences. The better the experience, the worse the mistake afterward. Why is this? One would think I would be more cautious or wise or enlightened or something after having such great experiences, but instead, I succumb to "epic failure"-itus right after. To say this phenomena is frustrating would be an understatement, but for the sake of describing it: IT'S FRUSTRATING.
Well, there I've gone and proved it, text yelling solves nothing, as it is still there. Oh well.
Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): la vita è più di dolore.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
La Vita Potrebbe Essere Bellissima.
It would seem as though my blog has died lately. Luckily, the old adage "Blogs are like flowers: they are either watered or withered" is not true! Blogs wither without TLC no more than that adage isn't something I just made up. Though, I guess blogs can get covered in cyber-cobwebs... I hope that doesn't mean there was a spider on my page in my absence. I HATE SPIDERS!!! O.o
I wonder what a cyber-cobweb would look like?
My mind says something like this:
...creepy...
Anyway. I suppose I should talk about something important...
Maybe I will talk about my social interactions with church members at activities. They usually go something like this (note: this is even after me being in the ward for over a year, sad right?? wrong.) :
I guess I have already failed with my first attempt at talking about something important. Sad...
Well let's try again!
I have been struggling of late with my getting older. I am only in my early twenties, yet I feel no less than forty-five years and seventy-three days old. I may as well be occupying a space at a dead end job as part of my never ending treadmill walk of a career. Sadly, I can't even say I have such a career, as I have made negative three progress in terms of choosing a career path or even a study path. Top that off with the fact that I am single and am painfully picky with my taste in women.
Oh, and put a cherry on top which represents my complete and utter lack of ability to ever ask anyone out if I am interested in them in the least - No, not a cherry... what fruit indicates pathetic lack of confidence?? I shall google that.
...googling...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
OK!!! After looking for ugly fruits I eventually got distracted by a search for ugly animals to fulfill the purposes of my metaphor. I present to you....THE BLOB FISH!!!
ewwwwwww......
So, apparently we have topped off my list of complaints, not with a cherry, but with a blob fish. Sadly, this seems more fitting...
So I guess it may look something like this:
Yes. That's better. I think I will leave it at that for now ^_^
I wonder what a cyber-cobweb would look like?
My mind says something like this:
...creepy...
Anyway. I suppose I should talk about something important...
Maybe I will talk about my social interactions with church members at activities. They usually go something like this (note: this is even after me being in the ward for over a year, sad right?? wrong.) :
Well let's try again!
I have been struggling of late with my getting older. I am only in my early twenties, yet I feel no less than forty-five years and seventy-three days old. I may as well be occupying a space at a dead end job as part of my never ending treadmill walk of a career. Sadly, I can't even say I have such a career, as I have made negative three progress in terms of choosing a career path or even a study path. Top that off with the fact that I am single and am painfully picky with my taste in women.
Oh, and put a cherry on top which represents my complete and utter lack of ability to ever ask anyone out if I am interested in them in the least - No, not a cherry... what fruit indicates pathetic lack of confidence?? I shall google that.
...googling...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
OK!!! After looking for ugly fruits I eventually got distracted by a search for ugly animals to fulfill the purposes of my metaphor. I present to you....THE BLOB FISH!!!
So, apparently we have topped off my list of complaints, not with a cherry, but with a blob fish. Sadly, this seems more fitting...
So I guess it may look something like this:
Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): La vita è più di dolore.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Il Mio Volto Nuovo.
Once upon a time I went to Salt Lake City to get Ædea (my bike) a tune up. This led to some time in the city to explore. This was done by a trip to Urban Outfitters, where it was decided that I would go Indie! Ok, well, I really only wanted a hat.
Well, I found said hat. It was hidden on a floor level shelf under some other clothes, but its spirit was calling out to me, so I was able to sense it and give it a proper home.
Afterwords, it only seemed natural that while in a super indie store, it would be a crime against the granola-gods if I didn't try on more hipster attire. This led to a astonishing realization that I look awesome in Indie. Even the scarf, which I hated wearing due to its bulk on my chest, looked pretty good on me. (Not that I am full of myself at all...) Who knows, maybe it wasn't me, but the skinny jeans? Perhaps it was the meaningful look I have in my eyes that makes me seem as though I belong on an Indie music album cover?
So...As an extension to the Salt Lake Inde Adventure, or SLIA, I made an awesome wall design with my roommate using vinyl records. We ended up paying only three bucks for the lot of them! Unfortunately at least one of them falls down and crashes onto the table daily (or nightly, though I never notice because I sleep like the dead).
...and of course, no Indie look is complete without:
Well, I found said hat. It was hidden on a floor level shelf under some other clothes, but its spirit was calling out to me, so I was able to sense it and give it a proper home.
Afterwords, it only seemed natural that while in a super indie store, it would be a crime against the granola-gods if I didn't try on more hipster attire. This led to a astonishing realization that I look awesome in Indie. Even the scarf, which I hated wearing due to its bulk on my chest, looked pretty good on me. (Not that I am full of myself at all...) Who knows, maybe it wasn't me, but the skinny jeans? Perhaps it was the meaningful look I have in my eyes that makes me seem as though I belong on an Indie music album cover?
So...As an extension to the Salt Lake Inde Adventure, or SLIA, I made an awesome wall design with my roommate using vinyl records. We ended up paying only three bucks for the lot of them! Unfortunately at least one of them falls down and crashes onto the table daily (or nightly, though I never notice because I sleep like the dead).
...and of course, no Indie look is complete without:
TOMS SHOES!!!!!!!!!
Not only do I look awesome in them (or should I say, more awesome), but they are so comfortable!!!!
Not to make light of the fact that some poor child got a pair as well due to my purchase, which is a fun feel-good fact.
And now a link to an indie song:
All I need now is a fixie bike!!!
Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): La vita è più di dolore.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Le Mie Ultime Parole
So, at a Home Evening activity, we did a mental exercise to realize the value of words. Specifically this tied in to the Book of Mormon, but the medium was a final letter scribbled to our loved ones.
The setting was as follows:
You are getting on a plane after waiting at the gate for a very long time. You are returning home. The flight attendant smiles at you as you are guided to your seat by the window. You stare down at the tarmac and eventually hear the buzzing of the engines. Pressure builds up behind you as the breaks prevent the plane from propelling itself forward to take off. Finally the breaks disengage and you are momentarily sucked deeper into your seat.
As the nose of the plane lifts you feel the tickle in your stomach. The feeling does not subside as you expected it would, because it is now being fed by the sudden realization that you are finally returning home. You wonder how your sister has changed, if your father has gone gray, if your dog will recognize you. You decline any beverage from the flight attendant because you would prefer not to have to use the restroom later. It will be a long flight.
You are shaken awake and open your eyes to see worried faces all concentrating on a figure standing at the front of the plane. As the blur leaves your vision you recognize his uniform and know he is the captain. He too looks shaken.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I would ask of you not to panic. Such behavior would only waste precious time. I regretfully and with heavy heart inform you that I have lost all engine control, and the plane is going down.
"We are currently over the most jagged terrain of the flight, which means a make-shift landing will not likely be plausible. What I mean to say is, I can do nothing to prevent this plane from crashing. I have estimated that we have a little less than five minutes until impact. Again, do not panic, as the next thing I have to say is very important"
You look out the window nervously.
He is telling the truth.
"We have a safe on this plane, which has a storage compartment in it. This safe has been designed to withstand massive amounts of trauma. At this time the flight attendants are passing out to you pens and paper. Please take two minutes to tell the outside world whatever it is you may want to tell them, in the likely scenario that we do not survive this event.
We will collect the papers and place them in the safe to be recovered at some future date and distributed to whomever it is addressed to."
In our exercise our eyes were closed as this story was read to us. At this point in the story, we took two minutes to write our last words down on paper. This was mine:
It reads: "Remember that we can all be together again if we just have faith and never give up. I love you all and I will see you again soon." -(signature and a stick figure drawing)
The last words of this note are a reference to the lyrics of a song which I wrote for my late older sister, LeAnna. I still miss her and I feel like this is what she would have told me if she had only gotten the opportunity.
The setting was as follows:
You are getting on a plane after waiting at the gate for a very long time. You are returning home. The flight attendant smiles at you as you are guided to your seat by the window. You stare down at the tarmac and eventually hear the buzzing of the engines. Pressure builds up behind you as the breaks prevent the plane from propelling itself forward to take off. Finally the breaks disengage and you are momentarily sucked deeper into your seat.
As the nose of the plane lifts you feel the tickle in your stomach. The feeling does not subside as you expected it would, because it is now being fed by the sudden realization that you are finally returning home. You wonder how your sister has changed, if your father has gone gray, if your dog will recognize you. You decline any beverage from the flight attendant because you would prefer not to have to use the restroom later. It will be a long flight.You are shaken awake and open your eyes to see worried faces all concentrating on a figure standing at the front of the plane. As the blur leaves your vision you recognize his uniform and know he is the captain. He too looks shaken.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I would ask of you not to panic. Such behavior would only waste precious time. I regretfully and with heavy heart inform you that I have lost all engine control, and the plane is going down."We are currently over the most jagged terrain of the flight, which means a make-shift landing will not likely be plausible. What I mean to say is, I can do nothing to prevent this plane from crashing. I have estimated that we have a little less than five minutes until impact. Again, do not panic, as the next thing I have to say is very important"
You look out the window nervously.
He is telling the truth.
"We have a safe on this plane, which has a storage compartment in it. This safe has been designed to withstand massive amounts of trauma. At this time the flight attendants are passing out to you pens and paper. Please take two minutes to tell the outside world whatever it is you may want to tell them, in the likely scenario that we do not survive this event.
We will collect the papers and place them in the safe to be recovered at some future date and distributed to whomever it is addressed to."
In our exercise our eyes were closed as this story was read to us. At this point in the story, we took two minutes to write our last words down on paper. This was mine:
It reads: "Remember that we can all be together again if we just have faith and never give up. I love you all and I will see you again soon." -(signature and a stick figure drawing)
The last words of this note are a reference to the lyrics of a song which I wrote for my late older sister, LeAnna. I still miss her and I feel like this is what she would have told me if she had only gotten the opportunity.
Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): La vita è più di dolore.
Friday, May 20, 2011
La Rinascita della Speranza
Time is passing and I still feel lost. This doesn't matter though. If I am diligent in living an honorable life, the path will be shown me.
In a way I have forgotten who I was. Who I was meant to be. The past week my eyes have slowly been opening up to the vision of my potential self. A self without regret. A self who lives for others. It is still a hazy mirage before my face, which, though I may reach out to touch it, seems just out of reach. It is close though.
The tips of my fingers can sense it's tangibility and I know it is real. I should just keep reaching I guess.
I have also been impressed of late by just how many truly wonderful friends I have. Each of them is beautiful and supportive. To them I say thank you.
I heard a song recently, by Josh Groban, called February Song. To me, the song describes a man, who has lost sight of what (and who) is truly important and beautiful in life. He has good intentions and would hate to hurt those he loves, but he can't seem to overcome his weaknesses. He promises those he failed to appreciate that he will return to them. He will again be who they deserve for him to be to them.
This man feels like me in so many ways.
In a way I have forgotten who I was. Who I was meant to be. The past week my eyes have slowly been opening up to the vision of my potential self. A self without regret. A self who lives for others. It is still a hazy mirage before my face, which, though I may reach out to touch it, seems just out of reach. It is close though.
The tips of my fingers can sense it's tangibility and I know it is real. I should just keep reaching I guess.
I have also been impressed of late by just how many truly wonderful friends I have. Each of them is beautiful and supportive. To them I say thank you.
I heard a song recently, by Josh Groban, called February Song. To me, the song describes a man, who has lost sight of what (and who) is truly important and beautiful in life. He has good intentions and would hate to hurt those he loves, but he can't seem to overcome his weaknesses. He promises those he failed to appreciate that he will return to them. He will again be who they deserve for him to be to them.
This man feels like me in so many ways.
"February Song"
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Til he opens his eyes, opens his eyes
Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life, into this life
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day
Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
It's in front of your eyes
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find the ground
Cause I keep on falling as I try to get away
From this crazy world
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Til he opens his eyes
Opens his eyes
Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): La vita è più di dolore.
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Til he opens his eyes, opens his eyes
Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life, into this life
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day
Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
It's in front of your eyes
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find the ground
Cause I keep on falling as I try to get away
From this crazy world
And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day
Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
Til he opens his eyes
Opens his eyes
Ai miei amici (comprendete per favore): La vita è più di dolore.
Monday, May 16, 2011
La Vita Senza Te: Perchè Non So Chi Sei
So, I feel the need to write something...but I don't know what...
I think I will post some fun pictures I have been taking with my phone.
This is a cool painting on a stone I saw at someone's home.
This is my new bike!!! It still hasn't got a name.
This is my home-made crawdad bisque!! What it lacks in aesthetic appeal it made up for in taste.
This is a Bucca Piñata I saw at the Creamery.
This is my brother and a blue-gill he caught.
This is me and the bass I caught.
I think I will post some fun pictures I have been taking with my phone.
This is a cool painting on a stone I saw at someone's home.
This is my new bike!!! It still hasn't got a name.
This is my home-made crawdad bisque!! What it lacks in aesthetic appeal it made up for in taste.
This is a Bucca Piñata I saw at the Creamery.
This is my brother and a blue-gill he caught.
This is me and the bass I caught.
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