Cathedral Heat

Halfway home we're there

First do no harm
Halfway there we're home.

Until next year

Goooodnicht!

things in me head again

This is from Kristin Hersh's new album Possible Dust Clouds.  I don't think this is even my favorite song on album, but it's stuck in my head.  Only I'm singing "no shade in shadow" like the Psychedelic Furs front man lounge singer style.  Yeah, I'm already riffing on it, it's that good!  Enjoy!



Maybe this is my favorite song.

I was born in America!

born with the fists of a saint
Way out of range

born with the fists of a cowboy
Home on the range

Wave

Day 3

esp is on the fritz

Happy First Day of Spring!!

I need caffeine!!

baby robin rescue

Ween:

Oh little birdy, oh little birdy

I saw the little birdy sing
He sang with glee and everything
He sang for spring and sang for me
And everything was so happy

I don't know why I want to fly
Try to sigh, try to fly, made a tie
And then it tried to get me down
I want to buy make me fly
Get me high, so I can try
And then I try
The little birdy start to cry so happy
Little birdy was so happy
Little birdy was so happy

Can I touch your birdy wing?
And fly and hop and everything
Can the sun reach down on us
And through the heavens only we would sing

I want the birdy make me laugh
See the birdy make me laugh
Take a little birdy bath
I don't know why he got me high
I don't know why, I don't know why
It cannot die, it sang too high
And all the birds on the wing sang so together

So together, so together




Kristin Hersh:

Little birdy, little birdy
What makes you fly so high?
It's because I am a birdy
And I'm not afraid to die

Little birdy, little birdy
Come sing me your song
I've a short time to be here with you
And a long time, to be gone

Little birdy, little birdy
What makes your wing so blue?
It's because I've been a-grievin'
Grievin' after you

Little birdy, little birdy
Come sing me your song
I've a short time to be here with you
And a long time, to be gone

Little birdy, little birdy
What makes your head so red?
After all that I have been through
It's a wonder I ain't dead

Little birdy, little birdy
Come sing me your song
I've a short time to be here with you
And a long time, to be gone

Saturn day

swallowed with the oxygen that burst up our bones



lyrics from Vertigo by Kristin Hersh

Wiii-ld Vaniii-laaa clean eyes and greasy hair

I guess it's really grey hair, but I want it to be greasy hair--at least for today. Thank you, newg for this cd!