A Bed of Songs & Stories

"Fuckin' Perfect" - Pink A beautiful woman walked into the office today. She was tall and slender wearing tight leggings, black high heels, and a shear top over a black tank. Her slick, long hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, her nails painted glossy red and you could tell she took her time picking out her accessories this morning before she stepped out of the house. Next to her was an African-American man. Short and stocky with a gentle face and slightly fuzzy hair. He wore dark denim jeans that sagged just a little, with a neatly-pressed dark blue, long-sleeved button up. They smiled and sat side by side in front of a group of about 35 curious onlookers to present one of the most taboo topics in Western civilization. However, to do so they had to go beyond the point a view of a typical man and the average woman. They spoke through their perspective of an extraordinary Trans-Woman and a courageous Trans-Man. "I saw pink and immediately, I liked pink. I played

"Shake Me Down" - Cage the Elephant Ya, I admit it. Even when nothing's ever to come of it. Even when I've thought it all the way through and back again. Some of it still manages to sneak up on me and in the most inconvenient way possible, I find myself getting curiouser and curiouser. It's been a pretty mellow year so far, well at least after January. Quieter than 2011, but I'm not complaining. I'm realizing that it can be just as fulfilling to have an empty plate in front of me when the plate itself carries more value than the contents I often stack on top of it. I've been straying away from planning my day and lately, I tend to let things happen as they happen vs. trying to make them happen. It eases the wrinkles on my face, especially the mean one that sits right in-between my eyebrows. The bump on my left shoulder almost started to subside when for a split second, I disabled my ability to over analyze (though I'm sure this was a fluke). Oh, a

"To Live Like You Were Dyin'" - Tim McGraw "I like what a father said to his son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations: 'I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father's before me. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it for a moment now and then and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.'" - Dale Horvath (The Walking Dead) If you could do anything you want to do, be anywhere you want to be, possess any skill or talent you could possess, hold onto a precious moment you took for granted when it happened to see it happen again, live life without any consequence, take on a challenge you knew for sure you'd win, and spend money and time as if it would last forever...what would you do? Lyrics: He said I was in my early 40's With a lot of life before me And a moment came that stopped me on

"Civilian" - Wye Oak I purposely freaked myself out back into insomnia, but before you judge me let me explain. I know my creative writing skills are at its highest in the wee hours of the morning so in a desperate attempt to once again fill this beautiful blog with more than a titled post and a mere paragraph, I made every effort to stay awake. So, I did what I knew would work because it has worked every, single time. I used fear. My imagination runs wild when I'm afraid. Often times this happens to me without trying, but lately with this thing called sleep I've been experiencing an even more unusual thing called peace of mind . This is supposed to be amazing, but it's so fulfilling that I haven't had one thought in my head that would spark up even the tiniest bit of interest in me to tell a story. Call me crazy but frankly, this just cannot be. Unless you've been under a rock, you should know by now about AMC's television series The Walking Dead.

"Time of Your Life" - Kid Ink I released the lock and set it free on FB. After months of restrictions, I said, "Finally let them see." So take a look, all of you. You can try to grasp everything I've been up to. But it's a lot to absorb even in the last year Living my life without any doubt and without any fear. It wasn't my scene then, but I can assure you it's my scene now Seeing so much of the world with a breathtaking, "Wow." Flip through the albums and admire each picture And know that a precious memory of mine has been captured.

"Ass Back Home" - Gym Class Heroes feat. Neon Hitch Lyrics: I don’t know where you’re going Or when you’re coming home I left the keys under the mat to our front door For one more chance to hold you closer I don’t know where you’re going Just get your ass back home We both knew this type of life didn’t come with instructions So I’m trying to do my best to make something out of nothing And sometimes it gets downright shitty in fact When you call and I don’t even know what city I’m in at Or what day of the week in the middle of the month In a year I don’t recall It’s like my life’s on repeat and the last time we spoke I told you I wouldn’t be long, That was last November, now December’s almost gone I’d apologize but I don’t realize what I’m doing wrong I don’t know where you’re going Or when you’re coming home I left the keys under the mat to our front door For one more chance to hold you closer I don’t know where you’re going Just get your ass back home And you’ve been nothing

"Everywhere I Go" - Lissie I had it at eleven. This is such a powerful number to me. This was when things that couldn't make sense, just did. I knew this going in. I felt myself changing inside and I had no idea how to control this because I was so young. Yet thinking back I realize even more so that things were in tact for me at this tender age. I wanted what I wanted and the certainty of it all made it clear. I crave that certainty now. That intense drive that no matter how hard things seemed to be, it will never make it impossible to reach. Lyrics: And I'll fall on my knees Tell me how's the way to be Tell me how's the way to go Tell me all that I should know And I'll fall on my knees Tell me how's the way to go Tell me how's the way to be To evoke some empathy Danger will follow me Everywhere I go Angels will call on me And take me to my home This tired mind just wants to be led home And I'll fall on my knees Tell me how's the way to go

"Fuck You (Very Much)" - Lily Allen I'm so sick of your shit, but just to show your dumb ass that I'm a good sport about it I picked this happy, peppy, upbeat song to tell you to go straight to Hell. Though I'm certain you've been there before and quite possibly feel comfortably at home in a chaotic world of mass destruction, I beg of you to please go. Do me this one, huge favor and return to what you're accustomed to and fast. I can assure you, you won't be missed. You have to do something noticeably kind to even make me believe that at one point your heart did exist and that there was a time long ago that you knew how to show in some miniscule way an ounce of humanity. However, the concept of common decency is unrecognizable to an intolerable bitch such as yourself. So, don't bother. Your bitterness is excruciatingly clear and it's sad that I've even taken the time to acknowledge it here, but I can't hide my hatred for an evil menace

Late night, early morning. Lesson learned. You can't finish something, you never started. So, tonight at about 11P I decided to do just that. I've accepted that songs have been removed from Playlist and some blogs were left undone. My only mission was to label each entry with its rightful song (if any) so that I'll know what inspired me to write it. So, I sat down with all 435 of them and reintroduced myself. Me: "Hello. Let me first say that I've missed all of you terribly. You've helped me find my voice. You've pulled me out of what I thought was a pretty tough couple of years. And most importantly, you make me feel worth it." No response. Me: "It's ok. You don't need to say or do anything. I know you've been here this whole time. You'll continue to be here even if I choose not to say hello to you. You will welcome me back anytime." No response. Me: "I got it. I got you. I may disappear, but I'll always

"We Are Young" - Fun (feat. Janelle Monáe) I am aching here. I see so many gaps in you and it's getting too big for me to fill. Yet the more I see, the less I do. The numbers are getting smaller by the month and this year is looking rather bleak. I don't want to force it so I tend to ignore it, but this block is enormous and it hurts to have it in plain view. It's too overwhelming to move aside and there's no way to decorate it with a bag full of empty. This has been a struggle before, but until recently I thought I had things under control. I know I have to make an attempt, but can someone please help me push? Lyrics: Give me a second I, I need to get my story straight My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State My lover she’s waiting for me just across the bar My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking bout a scar, and I know I gave it to you months ago I know you’re trying to forget But between the drinks and subtle things The