NOTICE: 

Looking for barista to date at an upscale coffee shop that makes a wonderful french press. I’m tired of gross coffee, and most of all paying for it. Make me swoon, and make me a french press while your at it.

With all my love & affection. 

I’ll never understand my yearning to escape. Even in the best of times. I feel like much of my outlook is based from the iconic words of Dickens “It was the best of times and the worst of times.”. Lately I find myself reminiscing to music for hours frequently in my car. Even now I’m sitting here writing this on my phone as some kind of resort to organize my thoughts. Even if there is no destination, I sit and simply listen to the words of strangers. 

It’s strange how the plucked strings of a banjo and the whining of a violin move my emotions and how I connect with them so deeply though I’ve never met their composers. So, here I am again, it seems as if the words written and played by strangers are of most upmost importance to me and how their significance in impacting me. 
Odd to think that as a musician your words mean enough to sway the emotions of another. That someone, somewhere is listening to your words and intrepreting the meaning of them as they comprehend it.  With all that said, this is the song that has been resting closely in my heart as of late. I’ve realized that I must examine my actions more carefully because I can easily impact someones life just as well. 

This song forced me to look on the other side of the mirror. The ugly side of me- that I’m not as great as I may seem. A different perspective of how I appear to someone else-according to what I’ve done to them. I’m sorry I approached things this way. I’m sorry I’ve closed you out entirely, and ignored you but it was best this way. But I’m not sorry all the same. An apology is all I give-A poor one nonetheless 

The Lumineers “Slow it down”

I feel her filth in my bones
Wash off my hands til its gone
The walls they’re closing in
With velvet curtains

Some love was made for the light
Some kiss your cheek and goodnight
Lift up a red high heel
Lock up your doors with steel

They’re makin noise in my street
My blinds are drawn I can’t see
Smashed in my car window
Didn’t touch the stereo

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed
Rest your arms, and rest your legs

Act like you’ve been here before
Smile less and dress up some more
Tie up your scarf real tight
These boys are out for blood tonight

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed
Rest your arms, and rest your legs

And when she stood she stood tall
She’ll make a fool of you all
Don’t ask for cigarettes
She ain’t got nothin left for you

I never, she never, we never looked back
That wasn’t what we were good at
And when it came to love
We were not good enough

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed
Rest your arms, and rest your legs
Don’t you frown when you’re feelin like that
Only love can dig you out of this

“Act like you’ve been here before
Smile less and dress up some more
Tie up your scarf real tight
These boys are out for blood tonight”