Monday, February 22, 2016

#MondayMood :: Traveling Song // Ryn Weaver

This is my Monday mood. It was a long and exhausting weekend. You ever have so much feeling that words just cease? So many thoughts that not one sentence would be good enough to begin the retelling. Some days, that's me. Today is one of those days where music speaks more than words. Something that feels as deeply as I do. Something that communicates. Something that soothes. I love the way that music can do this. Makes me want to write a song. Perhaps I will.

Also, Ryn is the girl. Fer Real.



Oh father time...
That meter maid who lends one lively winking eye
We dance a borrowed jig while hiding from the fine
Oh, what I wouldn't spend to lend you mine

Nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our "knowings",
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I've never been on for goodbyes...
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I'll see you on the road

Oh, I take it in vain,
All the plans and moves that we made!
Half a heart is aching to grow.
Soulmates aren't just lovers, you know.
I know.
I know your eyes are the rain.
Just a soul that's changing it's shape.
I'll be laughing all of the way...
Thinking 'bout the days.

Nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our "knowings",
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I've never been one for goodbyes...
So, till I meet you there, I'm singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I'll see you on the road

So, farewell to my friend.

He who taught me to love like a beast and to feast like the queen that he fed turtle soup! 
Little boy from Paris to the states, check the facts. That was Magical Max.

He was black sheep. and mischief. and love for his craft.

And he told me that I was Apollo 13 on that very last day. He said "shoot for your dreams, little girl. To the stars!" Well, I'm taking you with me now, this one is ours. 
And I know what you'd say, you'd say, "On with the show!"

So on we go...

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