It’s funny, I’ve loved both these songs for forever, and yet, along comes this movie that I relate to and gives me….hope?……and it completely changes how I hear these songs. It’s like hearing them for the first time. Kind of like when someone plays you a song and you like it, but then you hear the song played live, and then you love it.  Yeah, kind of like that.

“Wake Up”


Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms
Turnin’ every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am go-goin’

You better look out below!

“Space Oddity”

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills
and put your helmet onGround Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown,
engines on
Check ignition
and may God’s love be with youTen, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, LiftoffThis is Ground Control
to Major Tom
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it’s time to leave the capsule
if you dareThis is Major Tom to Ground Control
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating
in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do

Though I’m past
one hundred thousand miles
I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much
she knows

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit’s dead,
there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you….

Here am I floating
round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do.

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The Book Thief And The Muck That Are The Deeds of Many

May 21st, 2012 – written by Jenny Dalton

Let me first say, Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief, is a beautifully written masterpiece. I give it ten out of five stars, and if I was the President of The World, I would encourage it to be required reading for the masses. But, since I do not hold such a high level of authority, I will humbly encourage blog readers far and wide to buy this book, because, yes, you are going to want your own copy (or, like me, “borrow” it from your boyfriend and “forget” to give it back).  That said, indulge me while I attempt to tell you what this book meant to me.

The story follows the life of Leisel Meminger, a German girl in Nazi Germany, told from the perspective of Death, aka, the Grim Reaper. Death, despite his eternal devotion, struggles with a human-like frustration with his day job. He fights to remain emotionally distant from a people and world that can often be heartbreaking, and the fact that, God, his boss, continually gives no explanation nor reassurance for the cruelty of life and the suffering of those he ferries to the other side.

In a time of war, where Death’s backbreaking work of carrying souls to the other side endlessly mounts, he finds distraction in the colors of the sky to carry on his work unimpeded by the sorrows and bitterness that plague the souls of war and death. Although his efforts to distance himself from his “work” are usually met with success, a handful of events in the life of Leisel Meminger, much like noting an interesting exchange between strangers on an empty street, catch his eye as he passes through the lives and deaths of those around her. Later, when the war is over, he finds her story, by way of journal, in the rubble that was once her neighborhood and pieces together for himself, and us, the circumstances that surrounded those few isolated events that intrigued and gave him pause through the years. Leisel gives Death the gift of a glimpse into one human soul and it’s ability to choose right despite the consequences, and love for others despite loss, grief, and confusion that came with the hatred and propaganda of the time; a soul and it’s sacrifices, it’s compromises, and it’s eventual survival in a time and place in history where many looked the other way in order to survive, giving context and understanding of the human condition to an outsider looking in.

According to this book, a mere ten percent of the German population was against Hitler and his plan to uproot the Jewish people for greater economic good and build themselves to a place of world domination. At the time, German businesses were failing and it was difficult for people to survive. Competition and feeding one’s family led to the continued support of the Nazi party. Even after things got out of control and “removal” quickly became “extermination,” ninety percent did nothing to aid, even when they saw the abused victims paraded down their own streets forced on the death march to concentration camps that would seal their fates.

In the end, it is many years until Death crosses paths again with our heroine. And when it’s time to carry her over, he expresses how much her life has meant to him and hopes to convey some meaning and reassurance as he guides her to the next life.

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. But none of those things, however, came out of my mouth. All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know……I am haunted by humans.

Like Death, I too am haunted by humans. Everyday I am bombarded by news of common cruelty and the mistreatment of others. The history books are full of the embarrassments of the basic disregard for human life, and we are, I am certain, currently adding our own disgraces as time marches on. And yet, despite the bleakness that often makes up the muck that are the deeds of many, there is still the ten percent. If ten percent can hold us up and keep the world spinning with empathy, integrity, and basic human kindness, then maybe all is not lost….and in the end, I must consider, when Death comes for me, I wonder, which percentage will I be a part of, the ninety, or the ten?

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Well, I lost my innocence today
I could feel her in my bones
My bones, my bones, my bones
My blood, my blood, my blood, my blood
And I woke up, tired, scared, and sad
Soaked, drained, I felt so bad
Today, today, today
What you still, you still, you still, you still
Won’t you say, you say, you say, you say
What you feel, you feel, you feel, you feel
Which is nothing but hollow feelings, yeah
I could die, I just don’t care
And forget happiness, I’m fine
I’ll forget everything in time
I swear I didn’t know,
You know me, how I can’t let go
And we’re not gods, we’re just hacks
All that life amongst the cracks
The scars, the siege that breaks
The ugliest scene, the worst mistakes
And everywhere I see her face
Such a beautiful child, such an awful waste
And there’s no innocence like hers
Just emptiness and nerves
And this light from the window of my car
She’ll never see it 
Oh my God
I was so surprised, it blew up in my face
Lord, I lost my nerve, oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my
And I tear, I tear, so hard
And I tear, I tear, so hard
And I beg and scream, “I was wrong”
It’s over, she’s gone
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Ok then, Go.

Not So Fun Fact: In OTBCOTS, lead singer Damian Kulash lyrically delves into his recent divorce. -Skyscrapers please forgive me, I didn’t mean a word I said -

I’ve been waiting for months, waiting for years, waiting for you to change.
Aw, but there ain’t much that’s dumber, there ain’t much that’s dumber
than pinning your hopes on a change in another.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting, getting’s another.

So I been sitting around, wasting my time,
wondering what you’ve been doing.
Aw, and it ain’t real forgiving, it ain’t real forgiving
sitting here picturing someone else living.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting, getting’s another.

I’ve been hoping for months, hoping for years, hoping I might forget.
Aw, but it don’t get much dumber, it don’t get much dumber
than trying to forget a girl when you love her.
And I, yeah I still need you, but what good’s that gonna do?
Needing is one thing, and getting, getting’s another.

When? When? Why not now? Why not me? Why not me?

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The Lumineers-Stubborn Love


“It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all. The opposite of love’s indifference.”                                 

The Lumineers – Morning Song





“When my hands begin to shake, when bitterness is all I taste – and my car won’t stop, ’cause I cut the brakes, I hold on to a hope in my fate.”

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Battle Born Review

Right off you should know, this review is going to be biased. My love for The Killers knows no bounds.  That said, let me talk about Battle Born, the latest Killer’s release. I must admit, when I first put the cd in, (yes, I actually purchased a cd and it was, in fact, thrilling) I was worried.  It sounded a little too big, a little too 80′s… first.  Jump two days of non-stop play and I have to say, I’m hooked.  You know I had the same initial feelings about their last album, Day & Age.  But that all changed late one night, driving in my car, anxious to get to my destination. I remember so clearly when “A Dustland Fairytale” began to play on the radio. I didn’t initially know who the band was, but I knew enough to turn it up and listen.  And I did. And right then I knew there was going to be something special about Day & Age. And after some skepticism, (after all, it was nothing like Sawdust, in my humble, expert opinion, their best album) and much listening, I realized that I could listen to Day & Age through and thoroughly enjoy the whole thing, over and over again (“Goodnight, Travel Well” is highly underrated in my opinion). And so it is with Battle Born.  Except Battle Born (rolls off the tongue, don’t ya think?) has not taken me as long to jump on board.  It really does have some great songs, through and through.  My personal favorites so far are: (note: my favorites will for sure evolve the longer I listen) *Miss Atomic Bomb*, (you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone) Runaways, The Way it Was, Here with Me, and Carry Me Home (don’t let me fade away).  This album is not for the faint or broken hearted.  The lyrics ring true to anyone who has loved and lost, (it’s possible you may burst into tears every other rock ballad verse- I mean, uh, I heard some people do that) or loved and faded, or who is generally just having a bad go of it – yet it rings with hope towards……something. Hope in nostalgia? Is it possible that the memories of young love and scarred knees give us hope in a Springsteen-esque sort of way? Pining for “The Way it Was” never felt so good as humming along to memories best tucked away. Picking yourself up and dusting yourself off is a Flower’s theme and I for one, hope it never fades.  That said, you should realize, Flower’s is a great lyricist.  Some might say cheesy at times, but from someone who takes lyrics pretty seriously, cheesy is his charm. Like secret poems written to that long ago high school crush, his lyrics ring true because we are a bit cheesy and very often melodramatic, and so, it’s relatable.  And that’s what I love about them. And for as long as I live, I’ll never forget Dover.  I’ll never forget the way we were together, with smiles on our faces as we sang along and basked in everything The Killers were selling us.  Because, after it’s all said and done, we’ve always got Dover. We’ve always got that.

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