Well it seemed like yesterday
When the world was looking dark
It felt so cold and grey
What the hell am I doing here?
What’s the purpose, all I feel is guilt and hate and fear
Ah ha… yeah, yeah, yeah… oh ooh oohw
‘Til that day you came along
My heart was empty
Like the soul was missing from a song
And I thought I’d loved a few YEAH
No one ever made me feel
The way that you do
AND Hey little girl
Look what you do
Oh, I love you
Hey little girl,OH I love you
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
”Nostalgia – it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound.” It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels – around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.” -Don Draper (Richard Whitman)
This song takes me back to my freshmen year in college.
Do you believe in Heaven above?
Do you believe in love?
Don’t tell a lie. Don’t be false or untrue.
It all comes back to you.
Open fire, on my burning heart.
I’ve never been lucky in love.
My defenses are down. A kiss or a frown.
I can’t survive on my own.
If a girl walks in and carves her name in my heart, I’ll turn and run away.
Everyday we’ve all been lead astray.
It’s hard to be lucky in love
Baby's first Burberry given by yours truly
This weekend closer cannot even be more perfect. I started the morning celebrating Tiffany’s third baby shower, which was a success. All was arrange by Be Beauty and food catered by Zia’s Bistro. What more can a girl ask for? A quiet baby, spending a nice Sunday morning with friends, have a little girl time, eating delicious gourmet food, no cheesy baby shower games involve, no banners that scream out the baby’s gender, and of course PRESENTS. I say Tiffany had her baby shower of her dreams! I hope you had fun Tiff!!!
Frankie and I wanted this gift…for ourselves.
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I’ll ever ask of you
you’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when
breathe out so I can breathe you in
hold you in
and now I know you’ve always been
out of your head
out of my head I sang