Click onhighlightedlyrics to explain. I watched from my window as she slipped from the house Once again she's leaving but Lord she's not to blame This morning a memory phoned her and he's a habit she can't break So 'til she returns I'll wait for her looking out my window through...
Click onhighlightedlyrics to explain. Well I looked into a house I once lived in Around the time I first went on my own When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of And my friends and I were one Now the distance is done and the search has begun ...
As I said, Margriet writes our lyrics. She writes about daily life, about love and friendship, what it means to grow older, what to expect from life and which choices you can make yourself, to make things better. So, not the normal proglyricswith all sorts of hobbits around. [Looking...
Every sunset is a stained glass window Every park bench is a pew There’s a sanctuary everywhere that I go When my eyes are open When my heart is open I see you, I see you Uhhhhhhhhhh Songs are always more than just notes and lyrics and no matter how hard they try they usually ma...
When I decided to write a novel, I knew I wanted this quote to be part of it, directly as in the title, but also thematically in my characters’ inner and outer worlds. I wanted to explore how people try to get away from themselves, how they try to outrun guilt and grief and pain...
“I want to be living and vibrating in the pace of my most authentic self [and] for that to be what attracts whoever it is, versus I’m gonna put what I think I want and need out there and then literally force-create it,” she said, adding that she wants to “bu...
医生只好让他继续住院观察 Once hospital informs him to leave the hospital, desperate in on imitation with a room patient, yells: “I looked anything has two reflections”, whatever later will inspect doctor will stretch out, two fingers, or a finger has not stretched out, he will stick to ...
After the Los Angeles medley, singer Yseult closed the Paris Olympics by belting out “My Way.” The song has a mix of French and American roots. Paul Anka, who lives in Los Angeles, wrote the lyrics and Frank ...
And it goes without saying, maybe, but thank you as well to my anonymous (because, really,unknown) source of weekly blogging inspiration: the always thoughtful, always challengingwhiskey river— hard to imagineRAMHwithout that mysterious hat blowing by the window and pulling me outside every few...
Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window) “Like a rat, I want to be beautiful. Because you have a beauty that can’t be reflected in pictures” -sung by Linda, Linda, Linda During the grainy opening scene ofLinda, Linda, Lindathere’s some time spent figuring out how these ...