Pense.

It's been so long since I've felt semi-settled. Maybe that's why this is the first time in months my curious habit of remaining up into the dwindling hours, listening to music, and feeling the urge to blog...has come back.

I am tortured by prospects right now. But gratified that I have prospects to be tortured by. Correction: Appreciative, much more than gratified. Maybe when I figure out what exactly I will end up doing--notice how passive/pastive that sentence is (and yes, I made up a word)--I will feel better.

A song I really like right now. OK, a couple songs I really like right now.

Half Acre--by Hem

I am holding half an acre
torn from the map of Michigan
and folded in this scrap of paper
is a land I grew in

Think of every town you've lived in
every room you lay your head
and what is it that you remember?

Do you carry every sadness with you
every hour your heart was broken
every night the fear and darkness
lay down with you

A man is walking on the highway
A woman stares out at the sea
and light is only now just breaking

So we carry every sadness with us
every hour our hearts were broken
every night the fear and darkness
lay down with us

But I am holding half an acre
torn from the map of Michigan
I am carrying this scrap of paper
that can crack the darkest sky wide open
every burden taken from me
every night my heart unfolding
my home

AND

Straight Lines by Silverchair

Breathing from a hole in my lung
I had no one
But faces in front of me
Racing through the void in my head
To find traces of a good luck academy
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

Sparks ignite I’m training for thought
About no one
And nothing in particular
Watched the sick and suckered and drove
Resent nothing
There’s good will inside of me
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

Wake me up low with a fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line

Something I will never forget
I felt desperate
It stuck to the narrow way
Invisible to everyone else
I'm a sex change
And a damsel with no heroin
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

Wake me up low with a fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line

I don't need no time to say
There's no changing yesterday
If you keep talking and I keep walking in straight lines

Wake me up low with a fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I’m a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line

Let me know what you think...