California

Sitting in a park in Paris, France
Reading in the news and it sure looks bad
They won't give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of land to see
But I wouldn't stay here
It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here.

Oh, but California
Califormia I'm coming home
I'm going to see the folks I dig
I'll even kiss a sunset pig
California I'm coming home.

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle
Who did the goat dance very well
He gave me back my smile
But he kept my camera to sell
Oh the rogue, the red red rogue
He cooked good omelettes & stews
And I might have stayed on with him there

But my heart cried out for you, California
California I'm coming home
Oh make me feel good rock'n roll band
I'm your biggest fan
California, I'm coming home

Oh it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
Just gives you the blues
Just gives you the blues

So I bought me a ticket
I caught a plane to Spain
Went to a party down a red dirt road
There were lots of pretty people there
Reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue
They said, "How long can you hang around?"
I said a week, maybe two
Just until my skin turns brown

Then I'm going home to California
California I'm coming home
Oh will you take me as I am
Strung out on another man
California, I'm coming home

Oh it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
More about the war
And the bloody changes
Oh will you take me as I am?
Will you take me as I am?
Will you?
Will you take me as I am?
Hmmm mmmmm
Take me as I am

-----joni mitchell


Going to California

Spent my days with a woman unkind,
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start,
Going To California with an aching in my heart.

Someone told me there's a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane,
Never let them tell you that they're all the same.

The sea was red and the sky was grey,
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake.

Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.

To find a queen without a king;
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings.
La la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.

----Led Zeppelin (for joni mitchell)

oh yeah

One day in lunch freshman year ... (dont u love stories that start like that? I do)

Freshman year I had lunch with amanda orama, jill, krissy morrison, krista, and kat marchese. We were what you could call a motley crew. Somehow we all managed to find our way to this table every day and I'd like to think that every group was represented somewhat.. or at least a few of the good ones. But no matter what groups you think each of us represented.. the truth was that we were all misfits with that particular group which we could be said to represent, and thats obvious because if we werent misfits than we wouldnt have been sitting with each other, we would have been sitting with our group.

Needless to say it was the most exciting lunch I think I've ever had. *(and probably ever will have) And we always looked forward to having father james come over to our table and make up all of our names. I think we told him our real names once, and then when he couldnt remember we made up names that we thought were more exciting than our own. One day I was writing the lyrics to California and I had just about finished and put her name at the side of it when father james appeared from wherever he usually appeared from. He asked to see what I was writing, and I said sure and handed it over, thinking maybe he was a fan too. He read the lyrics and laughed a little and then said "very very good joni, I didnt know you wrote poetry." (sigh) good times.

wherever you are father james im sure ur making life interesting.

"joni mitchell never lied"

No Point Living

I don't live for the winter freeze
I don't live for the summer breeze
I don't care about any of these
I can't help living without you
No point living without you
I don't live for the summer breeze
I don't live for the winter freeze
I don't care about any of these
I can't help living without you
No point living without your love

You know thats a lie
You know that I came through
But theres no point living without you
No point living without you
No point living without you
No point in living without your love

You sang the tunes
Still boxed in my mind

hmm this blog should have gone through yesterday.. hmm a puzzlement

The Movement of a Hand

You follow the footsteps
echoes leading down a hall
To a room, there's music playing
Tiny bells with moving parts
Here the shadows make things ugly
an effect quite undesirable
And The gold and yellow daylight
Grows like ivy across the wall

And it bounces off of the painted porcelain
A tiny dancing doll
Her body spins as she pirouettes
Again the world suddenly seems small

On an off-white, subtle morning
You stretch your legs in the front seat
The road has made a vacuum
Where our voices used to be
And you lay your head onto my shoulder
Pour like water over me

So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine
And all the trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive

Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes
Because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving good-bye

--Bright Eyes

I get the point. I need to go out and do for myself. It is not wasted on me, I get it. But maybe Im doing things the wrong way, because I find myself not wanting to do them anymore and then just becoming apathetic about them. The things I want to do are not the things I should do. But I find myself not missing the things that Im supposed to be doing.

this is from an email i just sent out to these people, but i didnt have everyone else's screen names for their address so if you are reading my blog ur invited ... and if ur not sure if that means u.. im me and i'll invite you personally cuz thats what im doing. =-) please come I'll give u directions or even pick u up.

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guys.. this isnt a joke, its a party

To all my super-hero friends (ie): ally, mike, elizabeth, jamie, jill, joe, katherine, stephen, ali g, steve m, katie w, etc etc etc



Hello-

Let us start with that.. let us begin with that. This is very short notice but because you are all superheros im sure u are used to reacting to those bat signals faster than any bird or plane--im sure this won't push u over the edge. (Oh calm down everyone loves my analogic witticisms so just chuckle and roll ur eyes and pray for me to get to the point)

So yeah.. I wanted to let you all know that Im having a shindig party saturday the 14th from about 2 in the afternoon until whenever u leave. The snag about my party is that it is up in rutherford at my aunt's house. I understand that that fact alone is enough to make it an impossibility for people because it is a good bit of driving, but I promise I could coordinate carpools that would be sure to make the car ride very fun and interesting and my directions would be brightly colored and direct too. I'd even make you a cd for the car ride up if that would sweeten the deal enough to convince you to duck out of those other second rate parties and come to mine. . . hehe yeah i know im desperately trying to sell this one.

You must understand that although there is no hot tub up in rutherford, it is a crazy fun place. A crazy fun place that (aside from trips to giants stadium) most of the world has overlooked. Rutherford is the BOROUGH OF TREES, and if that doesnt excite you, then you need to see this place to understand just how redunkulous the fun is here. The family on my dad's side will be there and they are all really fun, (but the more of us there are the less talk of college I will have to endure!! Help me superfriends, I implore your intercession in this potentially grave affaire!!)

More titilating information about rutherford (now that you are overrun with curiosity about this mystical "magical" place) is that the wonderous (insert man with a long brown pony tail on white horse) MIIIIIIIDDDEEEVIL TIIIIIIIMES is a stones throw away and although the party isnt there, I'd draw you a picture of a horse if you come, and even throw a flower at you and crown you princess and let you eat with your hands so long as you brought ur own paper crown.

So if you arent convinced that this is a "must do" on your summer itinerary than I dont understand how I could be such good friends with you, and I will use one final tactic to get you to come. You are superheroes. At graduation you were endowed with talents and therefore responsibilites as such. And so, I call on you (like timmy calls out for lassie) to come to my aid and ETHICALLY you must. There are two doors in this room. One leads you some severe looking oldish chic who should no longer wear leather pants, and the other.. ah yes the other leads you to you're future.. in the borough of trees. Lets paint that town!

I say again.. "help me obi wan.. err superfriends, YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE!"

your mother,
your community,
your state,
your country,
your president,
your race,
your crazy friend gen purcell
your hamtaro
your homestar

do it for them.

A Perfect Sonnet

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
Something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters
All would be clear then

But I guess I'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments
And watch it all dissolve into a single second
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
Or one foolish line

Cause that's all that you'll get
So you'll have to accept
You are here and then you're gone

But I believe that lovers should be tied together
Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
Left there to drown
Left there to drown in their innocence

But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter
I read all of the pages and there's still no answer
Only all that was before I know must soon come after
That's the only way it can be

So I stand in the sun
And I breathe with my lungs
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth

Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
You've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
And laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
Wishing you were a ghost

But once you knew a girl and you named her "Lover"
Danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
But autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember
Where she said she was going to

But you know that she's gone
Cause she left you a song
That you don't want to sing

Singing, I believe that lovers should be chained together
Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
Left there to burn
Left there to burn in their arrogance

But as for me I'm coming to my final failure
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better
And ended up becoming something other
than what I had planned to be

All right

I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
And laid entwined together on a bed of clover
Left there to sleep
Left there to dream of their happiness

--Bright Eyes

There is something about it. When life gets so quiet that you can hear the beatings of another person's heart. Those are moments you can never have again, so when you find yourself in them, you better listen. Yeah life goes fast, and things don't always go your way and people forget you or just piss you off but if you can let that go and learn to hold onto the lessons learned and the love given, then life's hard moments become more bearable and life's nice moments last longer.

just a thought