Addicted to this song and especially this cover. Cannot get enough of Clea’s vocals.
Things fall apart. Nothing nothing nothing gon’ save me now…
sad
Music Monday | Nothing Breaks Like A Heart – Mark Ronson ft. Miley Cyrus
This world can hurt you
It cuts you deep and leaves a scar
Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart
Songwriters: Clement Picard / Conor Syzmanski / Ilsey Juber / Mark Ronson / Maxime Picard / Miley Cyrus / Thomas Brenneck
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Life is pretty rough right now.
Musicless
Many Mondays have passed without music. As have all the Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. There is little solace and much grief. I’m trapped inside a free-falling elevator plummeting to the bottom of the shaft and I don’t know when it is going to stop.
The heat of the day has been swept away by the storm. Light rain is spattering on the roof. And I am going to bed, again, to not sleep.
Music Monday | Meet Me in the Middle of the Air – Paul Kelly
I cannot find a reference for the following verse, so if anyone knows who to credit for the below words, please let me know. I’d appreciate it.
“The Measure of a Man”
Not “How did he die?” But “How did he live?”
Not “What did he gain?” But “What did he give?”
Not “What was his station?” But “Had he a heart?”
And “How did he play his God-given part?”
Not “What was his shrine?” Nor “What was his creed?”
But “Had he befriended those really in need?”
Not “What did the piece in the newspaper say?”
But “How many were sorry when he passed away?”
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer, to bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
These are the units to measure the worth,
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Industrial Accident
A brown velvet nose presses into the crook of my elbow
Paws rest against my aching arm
Locked into position by his warm body
I shift, try to roll, uncomfortably
Today there is no comfort
Seven years old, my cat snores, not purrs
A soft gurgle, followed by
Chirpy, high-pitched wheezing
I worry I have given him lung cancer
From when I used to smoke
I worry he is in pain
And I don’t know
I worry he will get hit by a car
If he escapes outside
I worry how I will cope
When he dies
But I’ve never worried about him
Outliving me
Until today.
Music Monday | Dinosaurs – Ruby Fields
I wasn’t afraid, I was brave and courageous with everything I did.
Ruby Fields
Music Monday | Crystals – Of Monsters and Men
The words are lost inside me.
Stuck behind the lump in my throat.
Self-prescribing, I’m imbibing.
I have to let it go.
The rolling darkness echoes with hopes crashed on the shore.
Will it ever, can it ever be the way it was before?
Music Monday | Touch – Mattia Cupelli
Today is zombie day; the 24hour period between night shift and day shift. It’s only 8.18pm but it is bedtime.
This afternoon I went out for coffee with Crystal and she talked about feelings (sad). And nothings (every other feeling). I wonder what she’d think about “sad music”?
Snippets & Glimpses 