After the Storm

So good things are in motion:

- I’m vacating work early tomorrow to take a roadtrip
- Spain trounced Germany today (however the one person who needs to have it rubbed in his face is in Europe: shame)
- I’m beginning to exercise more often and don’t feel as bored with the idea
- I’m planning on bringing my guitar out of the city with me on the weekend– am excited to lace the air with notes
- I’m going to finally catch up with people I haven’t seen in eons next week
- I’m going hiking next weekend on a simply scrumptious trail

The list could ultimately go on and on. Fortunately, I have my iPod equipped with hundreds upon thousands of songs. I know the tunes of them all and could sing the melodies laced with words to myself even without knowing that I’m doing it but just as of late, I’ve been starting to really get into the lyrics and piece together the importance behind the weighted words. I’m sorry if reading lyrics of my epiphany songs is getting boring, but really, endure this one! This is probably one of my most favorite of bands: they hail from the great London, England and have a really majestic and unique sound. This is one of my fave songs at the mo’…

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And after the storm, I run and run as the rains come.
And I look up,
I look up, on my knees and out of luck, I look up.

Night has always pushed up day; you must know life to see decay.
But I won’t rot,
I won’t rot, not this mind and not this heart, I won’t rot.

And I took you by the hand and we stood tall.
And remembered our own land, what we lived for.

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew: I saw exactly what was true:
But oh no more.
That’s why I hold, that’s why I hold with all I have; that’s why I hold.

I will die alone and be left there. Well I guess I’ll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and man so small.
Well I’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before.

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

After the Storm