feel the two week absence, I just go a bit nuts ... I knew it would be difficult to maintain consistency. Lyrics
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Iron and Wine - Passing Afternoon
What beautiful song! Sam Bean's voice wraps around the beautiful melody and lyrics, supported by a simple acoustic guitar accompaniment.
Point: There
are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
Disco:
Mono - Hymn to the immortal wind
Movie / Series
In Treatment In Treatment is a series that shows what happens in the office of a psychologist during the five days a week. Every weekday a patient receives. Without more, this is the plot. From there, imagination, good script and good actors rounding a great series. IMDB
, FilmAffinity
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
Disco:
Mono - Hymn to the immortal wind
This CD, and have a beautiful cover is composed of beautiful melodies and harmonies perfectly communicated between the instruments of the group. The album is on the line and recommended that Explosions in the sky, perhaps with a more epic. Either way, you have to hear it, you can not describe.
Movie / Series
In Treatment In Treatment is a series that shows what happens in the office of a psychologist during the five days a week. Every weekday a patient receives. Without more, this is the plot. From there, imagination, good script and good actors rounding a great series. IMDB
, FilmAffinity
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