Turning Page (Sleeping at Last)

*I love when I find a song

that I can listen to over 

and over again...

this is one of those songs. 

i've waited a hundred years.but i'd wait a million more for you. nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do
if i had only felt the warmth within your touch, if i had only seen how you smile when you blush,or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,i would have known what i've been living for all along.

your love is my turning page,where only the sweetest words remain.every kiss is a cursive line,every touch is a redefining phrase.

i surrender who i've been for who you are, for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.if i had only felt how it feels to be yours,well, i would have known what I've been living for all along.what i've been living for.
though we're tethered to the story we must tell,when i saw you, well, i knew we'd tell it well.with a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.

(song courtesy of:sleepingatlast) 

Hey, Pretty Girl (Song of the day)

Hey, Pretty Girl

by Kip Moore

Hey pretty girl, won't you look my way

Love's in the air tonight

Bet you could make this ol' boy stay

Hey pretty girl, won't you look my way

Hey pretty girl, can I have this dance

And the next one after that

Gonna make your mind there's a real good chance

Hey pretty girl, can I have this chance

Hey pretty girl, it feels so right

Just like it's meant to be

All wrapped up in my arms so tight

Hey pretty girl, it feels so right

Life's a lonely, winding ride

Better have the right one by your side

Happiness don't drag its feet

Time moves faster than anything

Hey pretty girl, wanna take you home
My momma's gonna love you
She'll make me sleep on the couch, I know

But hey pretty girl, wanna take you home
Hey pretty girl, lets build some dreams
A house on a piece of land
Plant some roots and some apple trees
Hey pretty girl, lets build some dreams
Life's a lonely, winding ride
Better have the right one by your side
Happiness don't drag its feet
Time moves faster than anything
Hey pretty girl, you did so good
Our baby's got your eyes
And a fighters heart like I knew she would
Hey pretty girl, you did so good
Hey pretty girl when I see the light
When it's my time to go
I'm gonna thank the Lord for a real good life
Pretty little girl and a beautiful wife

(Beautiful photos courtesy of: this modern romance)

Wednesday's Playlist

Ships In The Night

by Mat Kearney 

Holocene

by Bon Iver 

 All Roads Lead Home 

by Golden State 

This Isn't Everything You Are 

by Snow Patrol 

(photos courtesy of: we heart it)

Dear Frankie

I woke up this morning to the sound of falling rain. After my morning cup of coffee, I did some laundry and cleaning. During that time Frankie kept me company.

Francis Albert "Frank" Sinatra, (December 12, 1915 – May 14, 1998) was an American singer and film actor. Beginning his musical career in the swing era with Harry James and Tommy Dorsey, Sinatra became an unprecedentedly successful solo artist in the early to mid-1940s, after being signed to Columbia Records in 1943. Being the idol of the "bobby soxers", he released his first album, The Voice of Frank Sinatra in 1946. 

(Photos courtesy of: weheartit, google image. 

Information courtesy of: wikipedia)

Headphones

 1:00 am it's just me,my headphones and my music. 

Rolling in the Deep (Adele) 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw

Heartless (Kanye West)

I Got You (Leona Lewis)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BdyI8Uwmus

The Edge of Glory (Lady Gaga) 

Just the Way You Are (Bruno Mars) 

For the First Time (The Script) 

Sweet Disposition (The Temper Trap) 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C8e7nNLZNs

Glitter in the Air (Pink) 

Dotted Lines (Song of the Day)

I just heard this song last night and I thought it was beautiful.
I've listened to it several times over. 
Dotted Lines by Sweet Talk Radio

What is it, keeps me returning

To questions I ask
My paper heart has been burning

Since you threw a match

I can't quit a habit like you dear

Cold, as they say

Something about how you live here

I wanna live that way 

But I don't wanna take something

That never was mine

Or fill in blank spaces

With more dotted lines

One thing I can promise

When all the smoke clears

Just look in this window

You'll find me here

I never was someone

Who knew what to say

I sank to the bottom

While you rode the waves

Why couldn't you teach me

If only you knew

How I longed for those words

How I longed for those words

But I don't wanna take something

That never was mine

Or fill in blank spaces

With more dotted lines

One thing I can promise

When all the smoke clears

Just look in this window
You'll find me here

To listen:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rq8uSN-lSD4
(photos courtesy of:weheartit) 

Music from The Village

On Sunday evening I re-watched M. Night Shyamalan's movie The Village.

 I loved this movie the first time I saw it. There are many different things that 

draw me back and this time it was the music. 

It is hauntingly beautiful. 

The soundtrack features Hillary Hahn as the  violin soloist, 

who makes certain scenes truly come alive. 

(Photos courtesy of: google image)

Lady Day

Last night I had Billie Holiday's music on. The more I listened to her the more I wanted to find out about this voice that was filling the room with such a beautiful and soulful sound.

"Billie Holiday was a true artist of her day and rose as a social phenomenon in the 1950s. 

Holiday's poignant voice is still considered to be one of the greatest jazz voices of all time.

Holiday (born Eleanora Fagan) grew up in jazz talent-rich Baltimore in the 1920s. As a young teenager, Holiday served the beginning part of her so-called "apprenticeship" by singing along with records by Bessie Smith or Louis Armstrong in after-hours jazz clubs. 

Holiday began working with Lester Young in 1936, who pegged her with her now-famous nickname of "Lady Day." When Holiday joined Count Basie in 1937 and then Artie Shaw in 1938, she became one of the very first black women to work with a white orchestra, an impressive accomplishment of her time.  White gardenias, worn in her hair, became her trademark.  Her emotive voice, innovative techniques and touching songs will forever be remembered and enjoyed."

(http://www.cmgww.com/music/holiday/about/biography.htm)

Sleeping to Dream (by Jason Mraz)

I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town

I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes 

and they all fall down.

And as I lay me down tonight, 

I close my eyes, what a beautiful sight

Sleeping to dream about you

And I'm so tired of having to live without you

But I don't mind.

Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

I found myself in the riches (Your eyes, your lips, your hair.) And you were everywhere

I woke up in the ditches. I hit the light and I thought you might be here 

but you were nowhere. (You were nowhere)

Well, you were nowhere at home.

As I lay me back to sleep 

Lord I pray that I can keep

Sleeping to dream about you

And I'm so tired of having to live without you 

Well, I don't mind

Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

(Just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night.)

Sleeping to dream about you

I'm so tired of having to live without you

Well, I don't mind 

Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KbgZZo0Zfo

Kiss the Girl

A few nights ago I was at a home where the Little Mermaid was on; I was in the kitchen and could hear "Kiss the Girl" and I couldn't help but smile; so here is the song of the day:) 

There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got alot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss girl.

Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
It's possible she wants you too
There's one way to ask her
It don't take a word, not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl (kiss the girl)

Shalalalala
My oh my
Looks like the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Shalalalala
Ain't that sad
It's such a shame
Too bad, you're gonna miss the girl
Go on and kiss the girl (kiss the girl)

Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy, you better do it soon
The time will be better
She don't say a word
And she wont say a word
Until you kiss the girl (kiss the girl)

(Lyrics:The Little Mermaid)

(Photos courtesy of: we heart it) 

Tree (by Justin Rizzo)

I want to be 

unmovable and unshakable 

So let my 

roots go down 

deep Unmovable 

and unshakable 

in You  I, 

I want to be 

like a tree 

Planted by the 

streams of 

living water

This'll be my 

song, God; this

will be my prayer 

Till the end, 

till the end

The story behind "Broken"

The song "Broken" by Lifehouse has been one of my favorites since the first time I heard it, and after I learned why Jason Wade wrote this song, it became even more beautiful.
The reason Jason Wade wrote this song was because of his friend who lived in Nashville who was in need of a kidney transplant. Wade flew out to see his friend and when he got there he went to talk to him and the chorus of the song is actually what his friend told him.

The broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
From stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
They're still looking for life

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
Is there healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you

I'm hanging on another day
Just to see what, you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on, to the words you say
You said that I will, will be okay
The broken light on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
But I haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
Barely holding on to you

(Lyrics by: Jason Wade.
Photos courtesy of:

American Honey

Recently one of the most favorite songs to hear while I am driving is "American Honey" by Lady Antebellum...yes they are a country band:) Each time I hear it it makes me think of summer, barefeet and eating a slice of pie. I think that's what I like about certain country songs; it tells a story and it makes me roll down the window...just a little sidenote: even though I want to sing out-loud to this song I have found that living in a place where I am surrounded by people at a stop light might make me only sing it very quietly:)


She grew up on a side of the road
Where the church bells ring and strong love grows
She grew up good
She grew up slow
Like American honey

Steady as a preacher
Free as a weed
Couldn't wait to get goin'
But wasn't quite ready to leave
So innocent, pure and sweet
American honey

There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowin' in the wind
Callin' out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime
And American honey

Get caught in the race
Of this crazy life
Tryin' to be everything can make you lose your mind
I just wanna go back in time
To American honey, yea

There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowin' in the wind
Callin' out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime
And American honey

Gone for so long now
I gotta get back to her somehow
To American honey

Ooh There's a wild, wild whisper
Blowin' in the wind
Callin' out my name like a long lost friend
Oh I miss those days as the years go by
Oh nothin's sweeter than summertime
And American honey
And American honey

(Photos courtesy of: Me and we heart it)

Song of Day (Fallin for You)

One evening my friend pulled out her guitar and began singing a song that made me feel like I should be sitting around a campfire on a summer's evening, when I asked her who the song was by she said "Colbie Caillat". Since that evening, Colbie Caillat has become one of my favorite singer/songwriters. Her music style reminds you of a sunny beach day, and riding in a car with the windows rolled down. I just saw her newest music video and it was not only adorable, it made me burst out laughing. I don't want to tell you why, I think when you watch it you will understand.
I hope this Friday night, you will pull out your favorite music and depending on your music style, make you dance around, play the air guitar or sit back with a glass of wine in your hand with a smile on your face:)
(You can find her music video at: http://www.youtube.com/user/colbiechannel?blend=1&ob=4)