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Offered up on frozen winds
Wake me, oh
Music exists for this, but I'm happier with the lyrics, so here they are.
The circuits are misfiring.
She starts to speak and I let her words drop into silence; she starts to cry and I turn my back on her tears.
It shouldn’t be like this....
They told me, stay out of the woods
there’s wolves out there, and strangers, dear,
and wouldn’t you be safer by the fire?
A message appears: Let's try this again. Tears in my eyes, and breathless hope. A chance to go back in time. To start anew.
Of course, we won't. There are 8 years' worth of ...
"And with that, I present to you... Anna Livingston!"
The curtain opens. She can't even see the audience; they're all one dark mass behind the too-bright lights. Her hands are shakin...
I was messing around with old hymns and came up with this. I have no idea what to call it, but it's in 126.96.36.199., so there you go. As for the Inner Workings bit, I took the front panel off of my piano in an unsuccessful attempt to fix a stuck hammer and decided that it looked pretty snazzy.
I have a high-def version of this, but I figured it would take forever to upload, even though it's short-- let me know if you want it. :-)
Today, I drove the Catskills in the pouring rain,
In amid the wildflowers
they've planted windchimes for her;
their silver roots reach down
to touch her name and bear it up (to the sun).
I've had thesherbethead's remix of Passerby on repeat since I discovered it last night. This is what came out of it.