AMPCast #002
Welcome to the AMPCast ladies and gentlemen... where, for lack of any excitement, yours truly makes a fool of herself over AMP to the tunes of whatever my IPod chooses to play while I'm in his vicinity. Today's background music to our hallway encounter was *drumroll*...
Look at all those fancy clothes,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about your soul? Is it cold?
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?
And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bling, bling, those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?
Gone, going. Gone, everything.
Gone, give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don't wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.
Look at you, out to make a deal.
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal.
And what about those shoes you're in today?
They'll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.
Are you willing to sell, anything?
Gone, with your hurt. Leave your footprints,
And we'll shame them with our words.
Gone, people, all careful and consumed.
Gone
Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don't wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.
I have no way of relating the song to the experience. Oh well, this wasn't supposed to make sense anyway. That song is Gone by Jack Johnson, one of my favorite artists. Very laid-back kind of music, the type to play out on the beach or when you're just bumming around. I love his lackdaisical voice.
Welcome to the AMPCast ladies and gentlemen... where, for lack of any excitement, yours truly makes a fool of herself over AMP to the tunes of whatever my IPod chooses to play while I'm in his vicinity. Today's background music to our hallway encounter was *drumroll*...
Look at all those fancy clothes,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about your soul? Is it cold?
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?
And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bling, bling, those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?
Gone, going. Gone, everything.
Gone, give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don't wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.
Look at you, out to make a deal.
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal.
And what about those shoes you're in today?
They'll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.
Are you willing to sell, anything?
Gone, with your hurt. Leave your footprints,
And we'll shame them with our words.
Gone, people, all careful and consumed.
Gone
Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don't wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.
I have no way of relating the song to the experience. Oh well, this wasn't supposed to make sense anyway. That song is Gone by Jack Johnson, one of my favorite artists. Very laid-back kind of music, the type to play out on the beach or when you're just bumming around. I love his lackdaisical voice.
posted by Krissy at 4:10 AM
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