everything you ever wanted to know about nothing at all...

Monday, September 18, 2006

Birds are Leaving Over Autumn's Ending...

I don't know about you all, but I think there's a bit of a melancholy feeling in the air. Maybe it's the earlier nights, or the colder weather, or the fact that things are incredibly slow at work, highlighting every little thing that hasn't gone right over the last year. Maybe it's because Dan's heading south at the end of the week, or because I had to go to work this morning after a fantastic weekend. Maybe it's because I listened to Nick Drake's (pictured above) "Bryter Later" the first thing in the morning today, he's a fella who may have written the book on melancholy. Or maybe it's this guy I heard on the radio, today, sounding giddy & gleeful about the war because he thinks it'll signal the end times. A thief in the night, fella, a thief in the night. You better make sure your house is in order before you worry about the end times.

Oh well, hope springs eternal...

Five Favorite Songs of the Day

Monday Night-Ryan Adams, Down from the Mountain, 5 Years of Bloodshot Records

Worried Blues-Bob Dylan, Bootleg Series Vol I

What a painful little song this is, you get the idea that the narrator is headed off to jail, or leaving town to avoid jail time, hoping that his gal stays by his side.

Naked as We Came-Iron & Wine, Our Endless Numbered Days

One of These Things First-Nick Drake, Bryter Later

The ultimate song of wishing you'd chosen a different path in life, but knowing deep down that if you had it to do again, that you'd probably pick the same one, good or bad.

Girl in the War-Josh Ritter, the Animal Years

Happy Monday, friends...


1 comment:

Joyce said...

There will always be wars and rumors of war. It's pretty disturbing when you read and hear that someone believes it is their religious duty to destroy everything that is not them. God has a plan to prosper us, not to harm us, to give us hope and a future.

Blog Archive

About Me

Grand Haven, Michigan
the sun shines on a dog's ass every now & then...