Music

Depeche Mode – one of the bands of my youth.

When they want to bring it – Wow.. They can bring it.

Trying to find a thought thats escaped her mind
She says dads the one I love the most
But stipes not far behind

She never lets me in
Only tell me wheres shes been
When shes had too much to drink
I say that I dont care I just run my hands
Through her dark hair and then I pray to god
You gotta help me fly away

– Hootie and the Blowfish, Let Her Cry

What else should I be?
All apologies.
What else should I say?
Everyone is gay.
What else should I write?
I don’t have the right.
What else should I be?
All Apologies.

MTVmusic.com is the greatest timesink ever invented. And Nirvana? I miss em.

Button your lip baby
Button your coat
Let’s go out dancing
Go for the throat
Let’s bury the hatchet
Wipe out the past
Make love together
Stay on the path

You’re not the only one
With mixed emotions
You’re not the only ship
Adrift on this ocean

This coming and going
Is driving me nuts
This to-ing and fro-ing
Is hurting my guts
So get off the fence
It’s creasing your butt
Life is a party
Let’s get out and strut

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink

As I make you stop, think

You’ll think you’re looking at Aquaman

I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss

I like the sushi

’cause it’s never touched a frying pan

Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes

Big like LeAnn Rimes

Because I’m all about value

Bert Kaempfert’s got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I’d like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it’s the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you’ll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it’s so dangerous,
you’ll have to sign a waiver

One Week – Barenaked Ladies

It was a year ago this month that the world paused to honor the memory of Ronald Reagan.

It was during the funeral service at the National Cathedral that I first heard the hymn “Mansions of the Lord”.

To fallen soldiers let us sing,
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing,
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the Mansions of the Lord

No more weeping,
No more fight,
No friends bleeding through the night,
Just Devine embrace,
Eternal light,
In the Mansions of the Lord

Where no mothers cry
And no children weep,
We shall stand and guard
Though the angels sleep,
Oh, through the ages let us keep
The Mansions of the Lord

iTunes has the song recorded by the Glee Club from West Point – and that’s the version that cropped up tonight on my iPod as it shuffled through the playlist.

A fitting end to a long day.