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friday night notes, songs, google, driving 
13th-Mar-2004 02:07 am
When I'm driving, there's dialog in my head. Tonight it said: You know why, right? Why higher RPMs are better there? Yeah, I do. Silence waits for the explanation. There's two stresses, the pressure and friction of faster movement, and the torque and strain of lugging it. And you can feel the preference for speed. Don't stop, throw it onto life. You can see systems that oscillate like speed. Slower is dangerous, the swing is life, the momentum is healthy. Keep it spinning; breaking the rhythm hurts. It hurts more than burning the wheels. It's a simple conversation. My car adds: Yeah, good. That's what I want to hear. You can ride tonight. Let's go.

We went.

And a sappy pop love song from radio... but I like it anyway! :)

The real me is a southern girl,
With her Levis on and an open heart.
Wish I could save the world,
Like I was Supergirl.
The real me used to laugh all night
Lying in the grass, just talkin' 'bout love.
But lately I've been jaded,
Life got so complicated.

You speak and it's like a song
Just like that all my walls come down.
It's like a private joke,
Just meant for us to know.
I relate to you naturally,
Everybody else just fades away.
Sometimes it's hard to breathe,
Just knowing you found me.

'Cause I start thinkin about it,
I almost forgot what it was like,
To know when it feels right....

Come and take me
Love you, save me
Like nobody else
Now I can be myself with you.

I can let my hair down.
I can say anything crazy
I know you'll catch me
Right before I hit the ground.
With nothin but a t-shirt on,
I never felt so beautiful,
Baby as I do now
Now that I'm with you.

~with you, Jessica Simpson

I could google forever
it sounds so obscene
let me stare into you,
I'll take what you give
and ask you for more.
I'll crawl, keep serving
those pages I love.
so eager to please.

I'm listening to the radio, and I thought for a moment Semagic's Detect Music Now button would work. And I keep thinking it. I love my brain.

I still like Melissa Etheridge. I had mixed feelings about her, when she debuted. Several angsty girls I didn't particularly like idolized her, alongside Alanis. So I liked some of her songs, but couldn't separate her from some unpleasant tastes. Well, that faded. And she's not overplayed any more. I find her songs make me happy and energetic. This is a new one, from radio...

I played the fool today.
And I just dream of vanishing into the crowd.

And I can't ask for things to be still again.
No I can't ask if I could walk through the world in your eyes.

Longing for home again.
But home is a feeling I buried in you.

My window through which nothing hides.
And everything sings.
I'm counting the signs.
And cursing the miles in between.

And home is a feeling I buried you.
That I buried in you.

I'm all right, I'm all right.
It only hurts when I breathe.
When I breathe.
Yeah, it only hurts when I breathe.
When I breathe.
Oh, it only hurts when I breathe

~breathe, melissa etheridge

I seem to have a little thing for songs named breathe... like angels. I have several. Not surprising... I'm very fond of breathing - it means a lot to me.
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