Jason Mraz - The Right Kind of Phrase

oh, once there was a girl who
came from not too far from here...
and she wasn't satisfied
at the rate that she applied
herself
to the items on the shelf;
she was a retail girl.

it really has to do with nothing,
although... she gave me something:
a smile i'd rely on for a lifetime
i'd try on for awhile.

so now: why is she getting married on the 25th of april?
she believes in higher energy and better things for other people
oh, she's a charm of good luck when she's sitting by your side,
but i think my luck run out on april 25

love, oh love, is all i'm looking for
sitting in the corner in the dark
hoping that she'd eye me (i'm looking right her way), but
i'd never find the right thing to say, no,
i'd never find the right kind of phrase

there was a secret somebody
of course, i never get the upper hand
those kinds of rare finds are all born with a man
i just don't understand how they can

love, oh love, is all i'm looking for
sitting in the corner in the dark
hoping that she'd eye me (i'm looking right her way), but
i'd never find the right thing to say, no
i'd never find the right kind of phrase

the right kind
the right line, or
the right time to say
almost anything that's right
the right kind of phrase, no
i'd never find the right thing to say.

my life, my sweetness, and my hope

when i told my buddy that i was going back to school full-time he sent this quote to me... and realized it to be... something i'd appreciate for a long time.

"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
-t.s. eliot

....and when we're done exploring, we return to the place our journey began, and (because times are different) we re-learn everything we once knew about the place.

...or person.



...by the way, did i mention to anyone yet that i decided and confirmed today that i gave my two-weeks notice to work? i'm going back to school full-time. i suppose i should blog this xanga this tidbit, too? i will, but this just a treat to who care enough to stroll themselves in here once in a while... ah-hahah =s

the grass is always greener... pt.2

Sarah's friend she lost her mind;
she left him and made it look sexy and all.
You fear I won't be far behind --
-- thinking I'll be the next to leave.
I know I might be anxious, but... I'm still not crazy. And...

I don't need another kind of green to know
I'm on the right side with you

I used to be the one you saw
crying alone to sad songs.
But then we go and hit the wall:
when nothing has changed and nothing's wrong!
You're not the perfect hand, but... I don't hit on nineteen. And...

I don't need another kind of green to know
I'm on the right side...
I'm on the right side with you

Someday you'll drift away from me...
Adopt some new philosophy
That doesn't keep the two of us in mind
Move into someone else's place, and
Stare into some other's eyes, and
Slowly only come to realize... that

You didn't need another kind of green to know
I'm on the right side...
Yours was the right side(!)
I'm on the right side with you...

- john mayer - another kind of green

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i've been a love/hate relationship over the past few weeks... with this song. love; because it's another song that i can relate to.. it expresses some of the things i've felt over the past couple of years. hate; in that i feel it cut into the point it makes so deeply... and it makes me wonder:

God, will i ever be on the right side with You again?

...To phrase something once written to me long ago... to fully receive all the blessings he can give... my hands must be empty -- of all things.

Are my scared hands at all worthy of these blessings? or for any more of them?

...There is little to confess. He's already taken most of what was in my hands at the start -- when i opened them again. ...But there is also little time. But even still, the point has been made: reconcilation is needed.

I hope I make it in time. ...else, i'll never know the kind of pasture God has on his side of the fence. Perhaps it is greener.

"...open up your fist; this fallen world
doesn't hold your interest, it
doesn't hold your soul..."

- switchfoot - daisy