tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9296135481676390722024-03-13T13:42:24.329-07:00The HeartLight of MusicLinda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-929613548167639072.post-14880536051955209312012-08-29T12:48:00.001-07:002012-08-29T12:48:52.732-07:00Missing Jim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Jim Morrison (December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971) <br /> <br /> Beloved Mentor...from this physical place, gone too soon...but still with me ever present in Spirit<br /> <br />
“I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I
don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD. I want to feel what
it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going
to happen once. I don't want to miss it.” ~ JM</span></span></div>
Linda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-929613548167639072.post-47147224202845940522012-08-29T12:36:00.000-07:002012-08-29T12:36:18.743-07:00Big Dream<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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It has a life, it has a heart<br /> It has a soul and it's a part<br /> Of everything this woman gives the world<br /> <br /> And it's a big dream<br /> Big enough to share<br /> Like a rainbow, hanging in the air<br /> And I thank God, for making it come true<br /> Makes me think maybe God's a woman too<br /> Makes me think maybe God's a woman too<br /> <br /> There's a full moon tonight<br /> And I'm bathing in its light<br /> Naked as the day that I was born<br /> There is no shame beneath this sky<br /> I have kissed the past good bye<br /> And mended up my broken heart so torn<br /> <br /> With a sweet sound only I can make<br /> And it gets stronger<br /> With every breath I take<br /> And it's all apart of making me feel new<br /> Makes me think maybe God's a woman too<br /> Makes me think maybe God's a woman too"<br /> <br /> ~ ("Big Dream" by Samantha Mathis)</div>
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Linda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-929613548167639072.post-89280057257778620942011-08-15T06:09:00.000-07:002011-08-15T09:11:33.140-07:00Music and The Summer of 69' in Upstate, NY<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPnjzBUiHWNzl3012a2UwBrmD9HnglhvgJZZVIZ7JFYeEKReinzgHAi8UNmYMILbUEJc7-D10DES7ZsOkkXkTvCLNHUQN7O_1vdGegLRIroAGWFObJp_-jwvh0JXLWHLu8In91xsU9FXj/s1600/woodstock69.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPnjzBUiHWNzl3012a2UwBrmD9HnglhvgJZZVIZ7JFYeEKReinzgHAi8UNmYMILbUEJc7-D10DES7ZsOkkXkTvCLNHUQN7O_1vdGegLRIroAGWFObJp_-jwvh0JXLWHLu8In91xsU9FXj/s1600/woodstock69.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> Woke up this morning with a vague sense of warm and pleasant nostalgia...<br />
<br />
Couldn't figure out where it was coming from...<br />
Had this overwhelming urge to put on some Joplin and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young..<br />
And bam it hit me...</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show">42 years ago today I was a young enthusiastic participant at Woodstock's 3 Days of Peace and music held at Max Yasgur's 600 acre diary farm...<br />
<br />
I was at the tender, impressionable age of 16, when a group of my friends called up and said that we were piling into in a mini van and heading out a few hours away to a whole day of free music...<br />
My mother was hesitant, but said I could go...<br />
When we finally got there...it was the most amazing conglomeration of people, senses and sounds....<br />
And then...we were told...that the impromtu "concert" was going to last three days, because so many bands had opted to perform...<br />
And because basically there was no way in or out from that point on...<br />
New York State Thruway was closed and all roads to and fro were blocked...<br />
When I finally was able to get to a pay phone and call my mother, she didnt believe me...<br />
When I got home, for the first time in my life, I was grounded for a month...<br />
Was it worth it? You betcha it was...:)<br />
(Just an aside, she lifted the grounding a few days later when she found out I was telling the truth about the traffic...:)<br />
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My experience at Woodstock that summer was probably one of the most single pivotal 3 days of my young life...<br />
I was to be forever changed and challenged...<br />
It was to formulate this "peace nick's" philosophy and mission in life...<br />
And to only dig in further my intense love of the Music of that monumental time...<br />
<br />
That summer of 1969...<br />
That time of brother and sister hood and Love, Peace and Music will remain embedded in my Heart, Mind and Soul, as long as I draw breath and beyond...<br />
That summer of 1969 and my time at Woodstock will remain encoded in my DNA throughout eternity... <br />
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"When you-ve seen beyond yourself, then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there." -George Harrison<br />
<br />
"I'm the one who-s gonna die when it-s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want." -Jimi Hendrix<br />
<br />
"Hippy is an establishment label for a profound, invisible, underground, evolutionary process. For every visible hippy, barefoot, beflowered, beaded, there are a thousand invisible members of the turned-on underground. Persons whose lives are tuned in to their inner vision, who are dropping out of the TV comedy of American Life." -Timothy Leary<br />
<br />
"There is absolutely no greater high than challenging the power structure as a nobody, giving it your all, and winning!" -Abbie Hoffman<br />
<br />
"All we are saying is give peace a chance." -John Lennon<br />
<br />
My mantra for today..."PEACE, LOVE AND ROCK AND ROLL!!!!"<br />
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ROCK ON WORLD!!!...<br />
ROCK ON MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN THE LIGHT!!!!<br />
ROCK ON!!!!!!!!!</span></span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjltVp7NvwpgheECHFbK1HxsnTCZpDO_Nt2AkV4gXvGuLa2d4k9Cnmy6f41HDmab798-rMcmqr89gprll6arpNuqdtnFuacP9hzgspFEHqWjvrqVtKyYkK5u5FCbKsQ6dAFyHd_hHYxKry6/s1600/woodstock-usa-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjltVp7NvwpgheECHFbK1HxsnTCZpDO_Nt2AkV4gXvGuLa2d4k9Cnmy6f41HDmab798-rMcmqr89gprll6arpNuqdtnFuacP9hzgspFEHqWjvrqVtKyYkK5u5FCbKsQ6dAFyHd_hHYxKry6/s320/woodstock-usa-32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> </span></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"> </span></span></span></h6>Linda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-929613548167639072.post-46720184561640629442011-07-05T07:07:00.000-07:002011-07-05T14:47:44.047-07:00I've Grown Accustomed to His Heart! (LLJL)<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e11de8cebfe43074334683"></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e11de8cebfe43074334683"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNsJ9MoWD0VEzCY1Acb-PquvZIt9b3G2yHEMTSR3c9GYuQrO3vlZBcBgluhemFXh1M46zUgBmpk5bWVn95PFeVNfjcPGQB0xBjLbvz1bBodzA2R-5m4vcvbV99yJmM02Q3pYjsW4NX-va/s1600/15303_335294107378_120307632378_3790638_4918168_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNsJ9MoWD0VEzCY1Acb-PquvZIt9b3G2yHEMTSR3c9GYuQrO3vlZBcBgluhemFXh1M46zUgBmpk5bWVn95PFeVNfjcPGQB0xBjLbvz1bBodzA2R-5m4vcvbV99yJmM02Q3pYjsW4NX-va/s320/15303_335294107378_120307632378_3790638_4918168_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>To my Surprise and Delight<br />
I find that I will be missing my Sweet Angel Man<br />
as he heads back to the City for work...<br />
Friday can't come soon enough...<br />
Oh and Thank You Spirit...<br />
<span class="text_exposed_hide"></span><span class="text_exposed_show">For sending me the Greatest & Highest<br />
Expression and Embodiment of True Love,<br />
Anyone could Hope for.. <br />
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Truly, Spirit Always Knows Best! :)<br />
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</span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e11de8cebfe43074334683"><span class="text_exposed_show">I guess Lerner and Loewe said it best for me...<br />
(With a little variation and additional last verse, on my part, of course:)<br />
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"Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!<br />
I've grown accustomed to his face.<br />
He almost makes the day begin.<br />
I've grown accustomed to the tune<br />
That he whistles night and noon.<br />
His smiles, his frowns,<br />
His ups, his downs<br />
Are second nature to me now,<br />
Like breathing out and breathing in.<br />
<br />
I was serenly independent<br />
And content before we met.<br />
Surely I could always be that way again - and yet,<br />
I've grown accustomed to his look,<br />
Accustomed to his voice,<br />
Accustomed to his face.<br />
<br />
I'm so used to hear him say,<br />
"Good morning" ev'ry day.<br />
His joys, his woes,<br />
His highs, his lows,<br />
Are second nature to me now,<br />
Like breathing out and breathing in.<br />
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I'm very grateful he's a man,<br />
And so easy to forget, rather like a habit<br />
One can always break - and yet,<br />
I've grown accustomed to the trace,<br />
Of something in the air,<br />
Accustomed to his face.<br />
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It's so disconcerting to me now<br />
At my sadness when we part<br />
Still I am so grateful for his presence in my life<br />
I've grown accustomed to the Love<br />
He shares so willingly,<br />
Accustomed to his Heart!</span><span class="text_exposed_hide"></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e11de8cebfe43074334683"><span class="text_exposed_hide"></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e11de8cebfe43074334683"><span class="text_exposed_hide"></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e11de8cebfe43074334683"><span class="text_exposed_hide"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnirRDZoJ4aSnHr1OHwK31SZZDTL_52elLgAUgQBnKRwJlou5WV_lU283r9qOlCWak5gEpIGUi8iOf-rFwn8XvSqsE9PFzDxaBpfWQvfbN13H7t_qpAMaB6gXhS0qn9anP-B0jmIUnEBM/s1600/couple-dreaming.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnirRDZoJ4aSnHr1OHwK31SZZDTL_52elLgAUgQBnKRwJlou5WV_lU283r9qOlCWak5gEpIGUi8iOf-rFwn8XvSqsE9PFzDxaBpfWQvfbN13H7t_qpAMaB6gXhS0qn9anP-B0jmIUnEBM/s320/couple-dreaming.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4e11de8cebfe43074334683"><span class="text_exposed_hide"><span class="text_exposed_link"></span></span></div></span> <br />
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I love Alanis and her passion and the integrity of the honesty in her words and her body of work...<br />
Yes, she's raw...but she's authentic!<br />
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I just wanted to share this video and words to express my gratitude for the unconditional love <br />
that I have felt here among your beautiful hearts...<br />
<br />
I Love You..." And I'm still here..."<br />
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Video - Everything by Alanis Morissette<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPzaTFbQtxo" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPzaTFbQtxo</a> <br />
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Lyrics - Everything by Alanis Morissette<br />
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I can be an asshole of the grandest kind<br />
I can withhold like it's going out of style<br />
I can be the moodiest baby<br />
And you've never met anyone<br />
who is as negative as I am sometimes<br />
<br />
I am the wisest woman you've ever met.<br />
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected.<br />
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen<br />
And you've never met anyone<br />
Who's as positive as I am sometimes.<br />
<br />
You see everything, you see every part<br />
You see all my light and you love my dark<br />
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed<br />
There's not anything to which you can't relate<br />
And you're still here<br />
<br />
I blame everyone else, not my own partaking<br />
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating<br />
I'm terrified and mistrusting<br />
And you've never met anyone as,<br />
As closed down as I am sometimes.<br />
<br />
You see everything, you see every part<br />
You see all my light and you love my dark<br />
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed<br />
There's not anything to which you can't relate<br />
And you're still here<br />
<br />
What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know<br />
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go<br />
<br />
I'm the funniest woman you've ever known.<br />
I am the dullest woman you've ever known.<br />
I'm the most gorgeous woman you've ever known<br />
And you've never met anyone as, as everything as I am sometimes.<br />
<br />
You see everything, you see every part<br />
You see all my light and you love my dark<br />
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed<br />
There's not anything to which you can't relate<br />
And you're still here<br />
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And you're still here<br />
And you're still here...Linda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-929613548167639072.post-48379012178809002462011-06-24T07:28:00.000-07:002011-06-24T07:28:00.150-07:00I Believe I Can Fly - Lyrics by R Kelly<div><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle">I Believe I Can Fly note by Linda Lorenzo</h2></div><div class="clearfix"><div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"></div></div><div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div>My Sisters and Brothers, <br />
<br />
Just coming off of an incredible weekend...<br />
And this song, its beautiful lyrics and all encompassing meaning...<br />
Says it all for me...<br />
It is the place of ultimate experience and consciousness...<br />
I wish this place of being for you all, too...<br />
<br />
Tis s a good day to be....<br />
<br />
Tis a good time to soar...<br />
<br />
I Believe We Can Fly!!!!<br />
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(LYRICS)<br />
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"I Believe I Can Fly"<br />
Lyrics by R KELLY <br />
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I used to think that I could not go on<br />
And life was nothing but an awful song<br />
But now I know the meaning of true love<br />
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms<br />
<br />
If I can see it, then I can do it<br />
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it<br />
<br />
[1]<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can touch the sky<br />
I think about it every night and day<br />
Spread my wings and fly away<br />
I believe I can soar<br />
I see me running through that open door<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
<br />
See I was on the verge of breaking down<br />
Sometimes silence can seem so loud<br />
There are miracles in life I must achieve<br />
But first I know it starts inside of me, oh<br />
<br />
If I can see it, then I can do it<br />
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it<br />
<br />
[1]<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can touch the sky<br />
I think about it every night and day<br />
Spread my wings and fly away<br />
I believe I can soar<br />
I see me running through that open door<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
<br />
Hey, cuz I believe in me, oh<br />
<br />
If I can see it, then I can be it<br />
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it<br />
<br />
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I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can touch the sky<br />
I think about it every night and day<br />
Spread my wings and fly away<br />
I believe I can soar<br />
I see me running through that open door<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
I believe I can fly<br />
<br />
Hey, if I just spread my wings<br />
I can fly<br />
I can fly<br />
I can fly, hey<br />
If I just spread my wings<br />
I can fly<br />
Fly-eye-eye<br />
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(VIDEO)<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4yfSAr-yCg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4yfSAr-yCg</a><br />
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(music and lyrics by Carole King)<br />
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As I bask in the glow of a just-lit fire<br />
Feeling the warmth as the flame grows higher<br />
I think it's true that nothing is really new under the sun<br />
Watching a new love grow from old love's embers<br />
Yesterday's gone but today remembers<br />
Doesn't it seem to come down the same for everyone<br />
<br />
Only love is real<br />
Everything else illusion<br />
Adding to the confusion of the way we connive<br />
At being alive<br />
Tracing a line till we can define<br />
The thing that allows us to feel<br />
Only love is real<br />
<br />
Childhood dreams like muddy waters<br />
Flowing through me to my son and daughters<br />
Everything I ever thought is confirmed as truth to me<br />
Even as I see the way that I want to go now<br />
Still I wish I had known what I know now<br />
Maybe I could have spared you giving your youth to me<br />
<br />
Only love is real<br />
Everything else illusion<br />
Adding to the confusion of the way we contrive<br />
To just stay alive<br />
Tracing a line till we can define<br />
The thing that allows us to feel<br />
Only love is real</span>Linda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-929613548167639072.post-29855538687859632232011-06-24T07:23:00.001-07:002011-06-24T07:23:46.951-07:00We Are All in This Together - Carole King<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">We Are All In This Together <br />
Carole King<br />
<br />
The just are seeking justice<br />
The meek are reaching out<br />
For something only children<br />
Can really know about<br />
<br />
And some men cry for mercy<br />
While they deny their brothers' pain<br />
And some men laugh for reasons<br />
They can never quite explain<br />
<br />
We are all in this together<br />
And maybe we'll see that one day<br />
When we conquer our fear together<br />
When we finally find a way<br />
<br />
And we all need forgiving<br />
For all the damage done<br />
For the things we do, not thinking<br />
For the hurt that we've caused someone<br />
<br />
But me, I keep on living<br />
Caught somewhere there between<br />
The reason and the meaning<br />
The vision and the dream<br />
<br />
We are all in this together<br />
I know that seems easy to say<br />
But I don't use the word forever<br />
It's enough just to say someday</span>Linda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-929613548167639072.post-78103309951854949922011-06-24T07:17:00.001-07:002011-06-24T07:17:59.859-07:00The Thank U Song ~ Alanis Morissette<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">"Thank U"<br />
<br />
Song and Lyrics, Alanis Morissette<br />
<br />
how bout getting off these antibiotics<br />
how bout stopping eating when I'm full up<br />
how bout them transparent dangling carrots<br />
how bout that ever elusive kudo<br />
<br />
thank you india<br />
thank you terror<br />
thank you disillusionment<br />
thank you frailty<br />
thank you consequence<br />
thank you thank you silence<br />
<br />
how bout me not blaming you for everything<br />
how bout me enjoying the moment for once<br />
how bout how good it feels to finally forgive you<br />
how bout grieving it all one at a time<br />
<br />
thank you india<br />
thank you terror<br />
thank you disillusionment<br />
thank you frailty<br />
thank you consequence<br />
thank you thank you silence<br />
<br />
the moment I let go of it was the moment<br />
I got more than I could handle<br />
the moment I jumped off of it<br />
was the moment I touched down<br />
<br />
how bout no longer being masochistic<br />
how bout remembering your divinity<br />
how bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out<br />
how bout not equating death with stopping<br />
<br />
thank you india<br />
thank you providence<br />
thank you disillusionment<br />
thank you nothingness<br />
thank you clarity<br />
thank you thank you silence</span>Linda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-929613548167639072.post-85337603962321292842011-06-24T07:12:00.001-07:002011-06-24T07:12:47.508-07:00Galileo ~ Indigo Girls<div><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle">Galileo by the Indigo Girls</h2></div><div class="clearfix"><div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"></div></div>Was just listening to this song today....and just had to share it...<br />
It's one of my all time favorites...:)<br />
It's just fun!<br />
<br />
Galileo<br />
<br />
Indigo Girls<br />
words and music Emily Saliers<br />
<br />
Galileo's head was on the block<br />
the crime was looking up for truth<br />
and as the bombshells of my daily fears explode<br />
I try to trace them to my youth<br />
<br />
And then you had to bring up reincarnation<br />
over a couple of beers the other night<br />
and now I'm serving time for mistakes<br />
made by another in another lifetime<br />
<br />
How long till my soul gets it right<br />
can any human being ever reach that kind of light<br />
I call on the resting soul of galileo<br />
king of night vision, king of insight<br />
<br />
And then I think about my fear of motion<br />
which I never could explain<br />
some other fool across the ocean years ago<br />
must have crashed his little airplane<br />
<br />
How long till my soul gets it right<br />
can any human being ever reach that kind of light<br />
I call on the resting soul of galileo<br />
king of night vision, king of insight<br />
<br />
I'm not making a joke, you know me<br />
I take everything so seriously<br />
if we wait for the time till all souls get it right<br />
then at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihilation<br />
in my lifetime I'm still not right<br />
<br />
I offer thanks to those before me<br />
that's all I've got to say<br />
'cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime<br />
now I have to pay<br />
but then again it feels like some sort of inspiration<br />
to let the next life off the hook<br />
but she'll say "look what I had to overcome from my last life<br />
I think I'll write a book"<br />
<br />
How long till my soul gets it right<br />
can any human being ever reach the highest light<br />
except for Galileo God rest his soul<br />
(except for the resting soul of Galileo) <br />
king of night vision, king of insight<br />
<br />
How long<br />
(till my soul gets it right) <br />
[til we reach the highest light] <br />
how long<br />
(till my soul gets it right) <br />
[til we reach the highest light] <br />
how long<br />
<br />
You tube video (2 versions)<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAK1Nzi_zZM" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAK1Nzi_zZM</a> (Thanks Kristal:)<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_B98ElLdP4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_B98ElLdP4</a>Linda Living Joy Lorenzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00767330820250198641noreply@blogger.com0