Two Things...
1) I graduate exactly one month from today. This is both cool and weird.
2) Since I didn't attend the Patti Griffin concert tonight (alas!), I decided to post the lyrics to one of my favorite songs of hers instead. This song is actually my favorite song to play on the guitar and sing along to. In other words, there are some really great belting parts. And more often than not I can't actually sing through the whole song, really feeling it, without bursting into tears. Especially that last stanza. It cuts deep.
Sweet Lorraine
Sweet Lorraine the fiery haired brown eyed schemer
Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers
Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark
Whose businesses fail
Who sleep in the park
Lorraine who spoke of paintings in Paris
And outlandish things to her family just to scare us
whose heart went pokin' where it shouldn't ought
Whose mother could only spit at the thought
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
Her father would tear out like a page of the Bible
Then he'd burn down the house to announce his arrival
Her mother was working and never was home
Lorraine carved out a little life of her own
Lorraine started working, Lorraine went to school
Her mother threw stones at her on the day that she moved
Now isn't that a very strange thing to do
For someone who never really wanted you
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
Her daddy called her a slut and a whore
On the night before her wedding day
The very next morning at the church
Her daddy gave Lorraine away, Lorraine away
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
In the battle of time in the battle of will
It's only your hope and your heart that gets killed
And it gets harder and harder Lorraine, to believe in magic
When what came before you is so very tragic
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
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P.S. Casey--sorry I missed you. I really wanted to get a chance to chat more about the awards thing, and how you're doing up in Memphis. I didn't see you on Wednesday morning, and then I guess you left. Hope it was a good trip, and hopefully I'll see ya when you're here again in a month. This place is killing me with the awards thing--they just sent out word about another award I could apply for, for doing well on Worship and Theology ords. DANG IT!!! Alas. Take care.
2) Since I didn't attend the Patti Griffin concert tonight (alas!), I decided to post the lyrics to one of my favorite songs of hers instead. This song is actually my favorite song to play on the guitar and sing along to. In other words, there are some really great belting parts. And more often than not I can't actually sing through the whole song, really feeling it, without bursting into tears. Especially that last stanza. It cuts deep.
Sweet Lorraine
Sweet Lorraine the fiery haired brown eyed schemer
Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers
Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark
Whose businesses fail
Who sleep in the park
Lorraine who spoke of paintings in Paris
And outlandish things to her family just to scare us
whose heart went pokin' where it shouldn't ought
Whose mother could only spit at the thought
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
Her father would tear out like a page of the Bible
Then he'd burn down the house to announce his arrival
Her mother was working and never was home
Lorraine carved out a little life of her own
Lorraine started working, Lorraine went to school
Her mother threw stones at her on the day that she moved
Now isn't that a very strange thing to do
For someone who never really wanted you
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
Her daddy called her a slut and a whore
On the night before her wedding day
The very next morning at the church
Her daddy gave Lorraine away, Lorraine away
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
In the battle of time in the battle of will
It's only your hope and your heart that gets killed
And it gets harder and harder Lorraine, to believe in magic
When what came before you is so very tragic
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine
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P.S. Casey--sorry I missed you. I really wanted to get a chance to chat more about the awards thing, and how you're doing up in Memphis. I didn't see you on Wednesday morning, and then I guess you left. Hope it was a good trip, and hopefully I'll see ya when you're here again in a month. This place is killing me with the awards thing--they just sent out word about another award I could apply for, for doing well on Worship and Theology ords. DANG IT!!! Alas. Take care.
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