Wednesday, July 14, 2010

an inward playlist

hey everyone.
i'm definitely writing about my vipassana experience and plan to post it here in a fun way. i can't wait to share it here. while there i had a playlist in my head. go-to songs if you will.

empire state of mind ... jay-z and alicia keyes [i'm glad i know all the words or it would have been really annoying. yes, i know all the words. shocked? didn't think so. if jesus payin lebron, i'm payin' dwayne wade]
little earthquakes ... tori amos [i don't mean the song 'little earthquakes' i mean the entire record. during one of my many non-meditating meditation sittings i sang the entire record from start to finish. 'crucify' to 'happy phantom' [which made me so happy when it popped up!] to 'little earthquakes' i sang em all!]
there's a hole in the bucket, dear liza ... unknown camp song [it's true. i couldn't help it. it would just come. then fix it, dear henry dear henry dear henry.]
hot in herre ... jenny owens young [jenny's version is far superior to the original. sorry nelly. it's just really a ridiculous song. why you at the bar if you ain't poppin the bottles what good is all this fame if you ain't f**kin the models]

that's it. pretty short list. i really did go silent there for about 7 days. total silence. body speech and mind. i wasn't thinking about song lyrics. for once. usually i'm singing something up there! days 8 and 9 were spent singing. the tori amos record was just so amazing to have recorded in my brain. i just love it and it speaks to me so personally. like she read every woman my age's diaries. all of em! then she made such a brilliant record of it for all of us to keep and cherrish and use for comfort when truly needed. i need 'little earthquakes' and it was there for me! thanks tori.

yellow bird flying
gets shot in the wing
good year for hunters
and christmas parties
and i hate
and i hate
and i hate
elevator music
the way we fight
the why i'm left here
silent
oh these little earthquakes
here we go again
oh these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to rip us into pieces
we danced in graveyards
with vampires till dawn
we danced in the faces of kings
never afraid to burn
and i hate
and i hate
and i hate
disintegration
watching us wither
black winged roses that safely change their color
i can't reach you
i can't reach you
give me life
give me pain
give me myself again
give me life
give me pain
give me myself again
oh these little earthquakes
here we go again
oh these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to rip us in to pieces
-tori amos

Sunday, July 11, 2010

dland 2006

dland 2010


another fun family trip to the happiest place on earth.