Hey Kids.
So. You ever see/listen/experience something that just melts you into a puddle of emotions?
You know, It had the same effect on you that Paula Deen's hot skillet has on the pounds of butter she's just plopped into it? When your limbs just turn to overcooked noodles and your brain is a pile of mush resembling a heap of tangled worms or something?
Maybe it's just the long day and the tiredness talking.
THIS. SONG.
Matthew Perryman Jones – Until the Last Falling Star
Matthew Perryman Jones – Until the Last Falling Star
http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Until+The+Last+Falling+Star/3f8aw4?src=5
It's slow, but not lethargic. It's not loud, or particularly strong, but it has an aching, swelling, passion.
The waltz timing, the guitars, the piano lines, the strings, the light percussion, the female harmonies on parts, the slightly country twang (which isn't normally my thing, but it totally works here) - I'm hopelessly in love with this whole song.
" If there was a chance, that we could be lovers,
I'd write you a book of handwritten letters,
I'd burn them all up to the end,
Just to start over again"
dang. ( read: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNG) ( I just didn't want to write it that way.) (I felt like it might disrupt the general mood of the post) ;)
anyways.
Call me a sappy, hopelessly romantic, light-headed silly goose with a penchant for ridiculous obsessions with the musical endeavors of others and I'll tell you.....
you're right.
So. You ever see/listen/experience something that just melts you into a puddle of emotions?
You know, It had the same effect on you that Paula Deen's hot skillet has on the pounds of butter she's just plopped into it? When your limbs just turn to overcooked noodles and your brain is a pile of mush resembling a heap of tangled worms or something?
Maybe it's just the long day and the tiredness talking.
THIS. SONG.
Matthew Perryman Jones – Until the Last Falling Star
Matthew Perryman Jones – Until the Last Falling Star
http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Until+The+Last+Falling+Star/3f8aw4?src=5
It's slow, but not lethargic. It's not loud, or particularly strong, but it has an aching, swelling, passion.
The waltz timing, the guitars, the piano lines, the strings, the light percussion, the female harmonies on parts, the slightly country twang (which isn't normally my thing, but it totally works here) - I'm hopelessly in love with this whole song.
" If there was a chance, that we could be lovers,
I'd write you a book of handwritten letters,
I'd burn them all up to the end,
Just to start over again"
dang. ( read: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNG) ( I just didn't want to write it that way.) (I felt like it might disrupt the general mood of the post) ;)
anyways.
Call me a sappy, hopelessly romantic, light-headed silly goose with a penchant for ridiculous obsessions with the musical endeavors of others and I'll tell you.....
you're right.
That song is lovely. :)
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