2 am medley
12 October 2007 02:09![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cellosongon the laptop in the bed. so much music that I haven't heard in months.
did I do all that I should
that I could have done
remember we used to dance
and everyone wanted to be you and me
I want to be too
mm... sounds of wood and steel. that evokes early early speech team mornings, on the bus with my head against the window watching the morning sun come up in the cold--frost it with my breath until I couldn't look anymore and had to go back to memorizing my speech, I was always memorizing my speech. I was a slacker, but I loved the mornings. 4 am and up and ready, in a suit, with papers in my hands. I went to high schools all around everywhere. I remember going to Warren for the novice tournament--it was like an airport, a new building. drinking fountains where you didn't have to press anything, what luxury. they went off as you passed by though. I tried impromptu, but I was nervous--it didn't go so well. Took second or third, can't remember, with my SOS though.
wandered a lot when I wasn't in rounds.
interests me to no ends that Nick was at school there. I wandered buildings a lot during high school. aimlessly, in the half-lit hallways. it gives me silly feelings to think that I got wanderlost in a building that he probably knew so well.
now it's driving into chicago--
the giant tower
it holds dominion over all
and I am home 25 miles
before I know any of the street names
here's one from rooming with perry. I miss her. Those were the days of crisp sunlight and night coffee, talks with feeling, and lying silent in the dark... in a friendly way. those were the days before I knew you, but I recognized your coat everywhere you went. Oh, here is where it went, it was hiding in the music. It was hiding in the blue Galesburg nights where the white towers reach up into the spotlights and I could see the moon. I want someone to ask me how I feel today. But I want to be able to tell all the nuances instead of just saying fine. Or sick. I want to talk about my soul too.
you've received a musical note!
Choir Note
a note for singing with others as one body and mind and soul
a calm note of quiet pride
bogoroditse devo radusya
blagodatnaya marie
o my night love
with a lily in your hand
I leave you
ubi caritas et amor
deus ibi est
beginning acting song for my scene with simon.
oh, I'm on fire.
sometimes like someone took a knife, baby
edgy and dull
and put a 6 inch valley in the middle of my soul
a song for the bus ride to new orleans with the orchestra, late night safe cocoon, awake, awake, forever.
a song for the mist
and now sleep. maybe.
did I do all that I should
that I could have done
remember we used to dance
and everyone wanted to be you and me
I want to be too
mm... sounds of wood and steel. that evokes early early speech team mornings, on the bus with my head against the window watching the morning sun come up in the cold--frost it with my breath until I couldn't look anymore and had to go back to memorizing my speech, I was always memorizing my speech. I was a slacker, but I loved the mornings. 4 am and up and ready, in a suit, with papers in my hands. I went to high schools all around everywhere. I remember going to Warren for the novice tournament--it was like an airport, a new building. drinking fountains where you didn't have to press anything, what luxury. they went off as you passed by though. I tried impromptu, but I was nervous--it didn't go so well. Took second or third, can't remember, with my SOS though.
wandered a lot when I wasn't in rounds.
interests me to no ends that Nick was at school there. I wandered buildings a lot during high school. aimlessly, in the half-lit hallways. it gives me silly feelings to think that I got wanderlost in a building that he probably knew so well.
now it's driving into chicago--
the giant tower
it holds dominion over all
and I am home 25 miles
before I know any of the street names
here's one from rooming with perry. I miss her. Those were the days of crisp sunlight and night coffee, talks with feeling, and lying silent in the dark... in a friendly way. those were the days before I knew you, but I recognized your coat everywhere you went. Oh, here is where it went, it was hiding in the music. It was hiding in the blue Galesburg nights where the white towers reach up into the spotlights and I could see the moon. I want someone to ask me how I feel today. But I want to be able to tell all the nuances instead of just saying fine. Or sick. I want to talk about my soul too.
you've received a musical note!
Choir Note
a note for singing with others as one body and mind and soul
a calm note of quiet pride
bogoroditse devo radusya
blagodatnaya marie
o my night love
with a lily in your hand
I leave you
ubi caritas et amor
deus ibi est
beginning acting song for my scene with simon.
oh, I'm on fire.
sometimes like someone took a knife, baby
edgy and dull
and put a 6 inch valley in the middle of my soul
a song for the bus ride to new orleans with the orchestra, late night safe cocoon, awake, awake, forever.
a song for the mist
and now sleep. maybe.