Paul Simon - Graceland

The Mississippi Delta was shining
like a National guitar.
I am following the river
down the highway
through the cradle of the civil war.

I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
in Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland.

Poor boys and Pilgrims with families
and we are going to Graceland.
My traveling companion is nine years old
he is the child of my first marriage,
but I've reason to believe
we both will be received
in Graceland.

She comes back to tell me she's gone.
As if I didn't know that,
as if I didn't know my own bed,
as if I'd never noticed
the way she brushed her hair from her forehead.
And she said losing love
is like a window in your heart:
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
everybody sees the wind blow.

I'm going to Graceland,
Memphis Tennessee.
I'm going to Graceland,
Poor boys and Pilgrims with families
and we are going to Graceland.

And my traveling companions
are ghosts and empty sockets;
I'm looking at ghosts and empties,
but I've reason to believe
we all will be received
in Graceland.

There is a girl in New York City
who calls herself the human trampoline;
And sometimes when I'm falling flying
or tumbling in turmoil I say
'Whoa so this is what she means.'
She means we're bouncing into Graceland.
And I see losing love
is like a window in your heart:
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
everybody feels the wind blow.

In Graceland Graceland,
I'm going to Graceland.
For reasons I cannot explain
there's some part of me wants to see
Graceland.
And I may be obliged to defend
every love every ending
or maybe there's no obligations now.
Maybe I've a reason to believe
we all will be received
in Graceland.

(Pause)

Woah in Graceland Graceland Graceland
I'm going to Graceland

Not My Slave - Oingo Boingo

A small piece of my new favorite effing song:

"With sand in my heart and clouds in my head
I thought about us both and the lives we’ve led.
From pages in a book and pictures on a screen
We shape ourselves like clay from someone else’s dream.
One second you are cast just like stones at my feet
But I am not a king please don’t worship me.
With everyone around telling us what to do
With deafening sound whisper “I love you.”

You’re missing the whole point— you’re not my little pet
Don’t throw away your life— The game’s not over yet
I do not own your soul—don’t want you in a cage
I only want your heart to find that special place

You’re mine now But you’re not my sister
You’re mine now But you’re not my slave
You’re mine now But you’re not my child"

Vito put it on the latest Oingo Boingo mix that he made me. He told me in school that he could just hear me singing it and that he knew I would love it. When I told him he was right and that I did love it, he told me to learn it by the end of the school year so he could hear me sing it.

I am so glad we are friends.