indigos journal

Friday, July 27, 2007

was it ever there at all?

Brandi Carlile

Again Today

Broken sticks and broken stones
Will turn to dust just like our bones
It’s words that hurt the most now isn’t it
Are you sad inside, are you home alone
If I could just pick up the phone
Maybe you could see a better day
And you won’t waste away
under my watchful eye
Because I’m your hero and you’re my weakness

Who’s gonna break my fall
When the spinning starts
The colors bleed together and fade
Was it ever there at all
Or have I lost my way
The path of least resistance
Is catching up with me again today

I’m broken down, not good enough
The broken promises add up
To twice their weight in tears which I have caused

I’m afraid to sink, I’m afraid to swim
I’m sad to say I miss my friends
I know that I’m supposed to step away

But they need me to stay and keep a watchful eye
On all my heroes and all their demons

But who’s gonna break my fall
When the spinning starts
The colors bleed together and fade
Was it ever there at all
Or have I lost my way
The path of least resistance
Is catching up with me again
Not today
Not today

Was it ever there at all
And have I lost my way
The path of least resistance
Is catching up with me again today

Broken sticks and broken stones
Will turn to dust just like our bones again today
I’m broken down
Not good enough
The broken promises add up again today

Was it ever there at all
And have I lost my way
The path of least resistance
Is catching up with me again today
Again today

posted by indigo at 2:08 am  

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

i’m feeling a little peculiar

4 Non Blondes

What’s Going On


Twenty - five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
And I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What’s in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What’s going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what’s going on?
Ooh, ooh ooh
And I try, oh my god do I try
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh my god do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What’s in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What’s going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what’s going on?
Twenty - five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

posted by indigo at 1:12 am  

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

making music

as much as we might want to, we are not going to apologize for not writing. we write when we can, and when we can’t we can’t.

we started back to volunteering with chorus after therapy yesterday. it was good. mostly. on one level it is nice. on another, there is still a sense of emptiness.

who knows…

i think we are making progress in therapy. actual conversation with an enforcer. we are feeling pretty discouraged and hopeless, but we also (at least logically) know that a lot of that is programming.

song in our head:

I look for words to fill the empty spaces…

I reach for names like little puzzle pieces…

I don’t know what to believe I just show up and breathe anymore…

(Indigo Girls, excerpts from “Despite Our Differences” album)

posted by indigo at 5:08 am  

Thursday, November 9, 2006

searching

i look for words

to fill the empty spaces

(Little Perennials, Indigo Girls)

posted by indigo at 5:03 pm  

Sunday, October 29, 2006

feeling the wind in our hair

friday and saturday were both really good days.  nothing special happened on friday, we were just feeling good.  and then on saturday we went with anita and her son and his friend to a pumpkin farm.  we got to go in a corn maze.  and we had a fresh, warm powdered sugar covered pumpkin donut.  we choose pumpkins and got to carve a pumpkin.  we will load a picture of it later.

but the good goes away at night and we are left scared and anxious and hurting and people wanting/needing to cut and people thinking about dying.  and even right now, during the day, we are feeling that way.  it seems to be building.  towards what, i don’t know.

lots of times right now we just want to scream.

right now we have this song in our head. over and over

 

Losing My Religion by REM

Oh, life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

(chorus)
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight, I’m
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I’m
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

(repeat chorus)

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream
Dream

posted by indigo at 1:26 pm  

Thursday, September 7, 2006

Torn

excerpt from Torn by Natalie Imbruglia

I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn

posted by indigo at 3:55 am  

Saturday, August 5, 2006

What Can I Say?

What Can I Say
Brandi Carlile

Look to the clock on the wall
Hands hardly moving at all
I can’t stand the state that I’m in
Sometimes it feels like the wall’s closing in

Oh Lord what can I say
I’m so sad since you went away
Time time tickin’ on me
Alone is the last place I wanted to be
Lord what can I say

Try and burn my troubles away
Drown my sorrow the same way
It seems no matter how hard I try
It feels like there’s something just missing inside

Oh Lord what can I say
I’m so sad since you went away
Time time tickin’ on me
Alone is the last place I wanted to be
Lord what can I say
Oh Lord what can I say

How many rules can I break
How many lies can I make
How many roads must I turn
To find me a place where the bridge hasn’t burned

Oh Lord what can I say
I’m so sad since you went away
Time time tickin’ on me
Alone is the last place I wanted to be

Oh Lord what can I say
I’m so sad since you went away
Time time tickin’ on me
Alone is the last place I wanted to be
Lord what can I say
Oh Lord what can I say

posted by indigo at 6:26 am  

Friday, July 28, 2006

oh the weight of it

we woke up this morning with “You and Me of the 10,000 Wars” in our head. it is an early Indigo Girls song. (i’m sure most of you knew that already.) so we’ve been playing that album (Nomads Indians Saints) a lot today.

when it got to “the girl with the weight of the world in her hands” it brought back a lot of memories. we remember being a teenager…being so alone and in so much pain. feeling like everyone could see our pain (it seemed so obvious to us) and that they just didn’t care. or too busy with their happiness and busy with their plans.
and i think back on that girl that i was, and think that she was so wise. i can easily see “the way she smiles so knowingly at me gives me the shivers” applying to her.
so much from that song resonated with us. so much of their stuff does.

The Girl with the Weight of the World in her Hands

(© Indigo Girls. All rights reserved. )

She won’t recover from her losses,
She’s not chosen this path, but she watches who it crosses
Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left
So we can all see her pain she wears like a banner on her chest
And we all say it’s sad, and we think it’s a shame
And she’s called to our attention, but we do not call her name,
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.

We’re busy with our happiness, busy with our plans
I wonder if alone she wants it taken from her hands
But if things didn’t get any harder
She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr,
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.

I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead
will grant her consolation when she counts upon her need
It makes us all angry though we feign to care
But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear,
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.

“Is the glass half-full or empty?” I ask her as I fill it
She said it doesn’t really matter, pretty soon you’re bound to spill it.
With the half logic language of the sermon she delivers
And the way she smiles so knowingly at me gives me the shivers
I pull the blanket higher when I’m finally safe at home
And she’ll take a hundred with her, but she always sleeps alone,
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands.

and then….

I woke up this morning, grey dawn,
with a prayer on my breath.
I lost something precious,
God’ll save me from losing myself…
I think I know what’s wrong
Pushing the needle too far.

(excerpt from Pushing the Needle too Far by Indigo Girls)

we definitely thought we lost something…that we were missing something that everyone else seemed to have…and that was why we were so unhappy…and if we could just figure out the right thing to say or do or whatever….then maybe we could be happy.

i could go on forever…the indigo girls early work touched us in so many ways. listening to it now brings back all those feelings of hopelessness, of pain, of loneliness, of sadness, of longing….but also a sense of hope. because someone out there did know what all this shit felt like. and suddenly i had a few words for all this stuff that i couldn’t normally describe.

i guess i am just rambling…reminiscing…it just helps to get it out when the emotions hit so hard…expecially since the first time around we really were all alone with them. i never want us to be that alone again.

posted by indigo at 9:48 pm  

Saturday, May 6, 2006

god of nothing

free of hope,
free of the past
thank you God of nothing
I’m free at last
I’m free at last …

from Indigo Girls “Free of Hope”
CD: Rarities

posted by indigo at 8:38 pm  

Thursday, March 30, 2006

i won’t

Name
by the GooGoo Dolls

And even though the moment passed me by
I still can’t turn away
Cause all the dreams you never thought you’d lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away

And now we’re grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don’t belong to no one
That’s a shame
But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won’t tell no one your name

And I won’t tell em your name

Scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don’t it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are

You grew up way too fast
And now there’s nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won’t tell no one your name
And I won’t tell em your name

I think about you all the time
But I don’t need the same
It’s lonely where you are come back down
And I won’t tell em your name

posted by indigo at 6:19 pm  
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