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Another year you made a promise
Another chance to turn it all around
Do not save this for tomorrow
Embrace the past and you can live for now

And I will give the world to you

Speak louder than the words before
And give them meaning no one else has found
The role we play is so important
We are the voices of the underground

And I will give the world to you

Say everything you’ve always wanted
Be not afraid of who you really are
Cause in the end we have each other
And that’s at least one thing worth living for

And I would give the world to you

A million suns that shine upon me
A million eyes you are the brightest blue
Lets tear the walls down that divide us
And build a statue strong enough for two

At last get back to you
And I will wait for you
Cause I would give the world
And I would give the world
And I would give the world
To you

This is the New Year
A new beginning
You made a promise
You are the brightest
We are the voices
This is the New Year
We are the voices
This is the New Year

this is the new year by ian axel

this song expresses my feelings about this new year. i got a couple books at a book sale and i didn’t realize the gem i had found until i started reading it last night. its called a gift from the sea by anne morrow lingbergh.

And when I look to the shape of the sky,
I give thanks for this hollow chest of mine,
that I no longer feel, the great weight of ordeals,
that can make this life so unkind

If there’s any love in me, don’t let it show,
oh and if there’s any love in me, don’t let it grow.

I wanted to embed this music video but it won’t let me, sadly.

but watch that one! that is what this post is about. then watch the other one.

here is another one thats equally awesome.

that one will surprise you i think :)

which means the beginning of the end..

i am legal!!

p.s. thats me right  there ^ :)

Bon Iver – For Emma, For Ever Ago – A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

i found out about bon iver through this website.

i found out about this website from a friend who wrote me a letter in a magazine. she took a magazine and wrote in most of the white areas. brilliant idea, non? so beside making envelopes like this from magazines: i’ll be writing letters in magazines. needs a little bigger envelope :P

REMAKE

what would you say,
about these plans
you may never hear them
but you might know
the story behind them
the story behind these words:

“and i don’t know where to start
and i don’t know where to start
you might think its easy
you might find differently”

you change your mind so quickly
i’m sorry but you’re sometimes more feminine than me
your fickle mind;
how many hours have i wasted my time?
and you might ask the question, why,
why does love never work out for me?

“you play me like you play poker
you lay down your cards
and leave with all the money
you know too much about me”

and you know so little about me
and you know so little about me
i gave you my
vulnerability

“i do know, you’ve got me started
and now i’ll move on
you may think that you’ve got something
you might find differently, differently.”

but as your mind changes
like the earth changes seasons
eventually you’ll come back
asking for forgiveness

but you might find someone else, i’ll say[reassure]
you probably will find another way
again and again and again and again.

and maybe it wasn’t something so great
maybe i’m just vulnerable
and you’re just ordinary,
oh, so very ordinary.

p.s. video!

good god, if i could play this on the piano, i could die single and happy.

mouthwash-kate nash

cannot stop singing and playing this song.

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I’ve set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let’s go back to the start

and I don’t know where to start
and I don’t know where to start
you might think its easy but
you might find differently,
differently.
you play me like you play poker
you lay down your cards and
leave with all the money
you know too much about me but
i don’t know
i don’t know!
i do know if you got me started
i’d go on
and who’d be
who’d be listening to me
nobody

Tell me what I’m s’posed to do,
With all these leftover feelings of you,
‘Cause I don’t know,
And tell me how I’m s’posed to feel,
When all these nightmares become real,
‘Cause I don’t know,

And I don’t think, you see the places inside me that I find you,
And I don’t know, how we separate the lies here from the truth,
And I don’t know, how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew,
Exactly what we’re supposed to do.

So leave me, at the Roadside,
And hang me, up and out to dry,
So leave me, at the Roadside,
And hang me, up and out to dry,

And I don’t think, you see the places inside me that I find you,
And I don’t know, how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew,
Exactly what we’re supposed to do.

So leave me, at the Roadside,
And hang me, up and out to dry,
So leave me, at the Roadside,
And hang me, up and out to dry,

‘Cause I don’t think, you see, the places inside me that I find you,
And I don’t know, how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew,
Exactly what we’re supposed to do.

Exactly what to do.

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