Song of the Week - Stornoway

Yes, I'll admit it.

They're freakin awesome.

Boats and Trains

Song of the Week.



Once again, thanks go to Alex.

Jenny and Tyler

I Missed You

Why are you so far from me?

In my arms is where you ought to be

How long will you make me wait?

I don’t know how much more I can take

I missed you

But I haven’t met you

Oh how I want to

How I do

Slowly counting down the days

Till I finally know your name

Ooo the way your hand feels round my waist

The way you laugh

The way your kisses taste

I missed you

But I haven’t met you

Oh how I want to

How I do, How I do

I missed you

But I haven’t met you

Oh how I missed you

I haven’t met you

Oh but I want to

Oh how I want to

Do you ever hear my name?

I’m still waiting patiently.

Confession of the Day

I'm obsessed with Ellie Goulding.

I have no idea what her background is, how old she is, or even how many cds she's recorded.

It's pathetic.

But I'll just let you listen.






Thank you, Alexander Hermes. You're awesome.

Who Are You When I'm Not Looking?

My oh my, you're so good looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all you're cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking

Do you pour a little something on the rocks
Slide down the hallway in your socks
When you undress, do you leave a path
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath

My oh my, you're so good looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all you're cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

Do you break things when you get mad
Eat a box of chocolate cause you're feeling bad
Do you paint your toes 'cause you bite your nails
And call up mama when all else fails

Who are you when I'm not around
When the door is locked and the shades are down
Do you listen to your music quietly
And when it feels just right are you thinking of me

I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know

My oh my, you're so good looking
But who are you when I'm not looking

The House That Built Me

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it's like I'm someone else. I thought that I might find myself. If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave. I won't take nothing but a memory, from the house that built me.

Hollywood - Michael Buble

"If I Die Young"

Like We Used To

All the Faint Lights

Breathe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Klyh-w8MhZo

Harness your heart, and be still now.
Quiet that mind that will wander,
All sorts of dark alleys.

Tragedy strikes your self esteem,
Constantly waiting for an ending,
To all of this.

She opens her eyes,
Suddenly she cries.
Can we help her, can we help her?
And she replies.
You know, I fake it oh so well,
That God himself can’t tell.
What I mean and why my words are,
Less than parallel.
With my feet,
You ask me what I need.
And all I really need,
Is to breathe.

Oooohh.
Ahhaah.

People, they seem so interested.
Only a few get invested,
With all the aches and pains.

Doctor oh, doctor,
Please help her.
I fear she may not be breathing.
Blue lips, and doe eyes,
That’s her disguise.

You know, I fake it oh so well,
That God himself can’t tell.
What I mean and why my words are,
Less than parallel.
With my feet,
You ask me what I need.
And all I really need,
Is to breathe.

Oooooh
Ooooh, oh
Oooooh
Oooooh

(Oooooh)
Give me some space to breathe,
(Ooooh, oh)
I need a little room to breathe.
Give me some space to breathe,
All I need is a little room to breathe.
I fake it oh so well,
That God can’t tell.

You know, I fake it oh so well,
That God himself can’t tell.
What I mean and why my words are,
Less than parallel.
With my feet,
You ask me what I need.
And all I really need,
Is to breathe.

Let me breathe.

Falling

Haven't you seen me sleep walking?
Cause I've been holding your hand.
Haven't you noticed me drifting?
Oh, let me tell you I am.

Tell me it's nothing.
Try to convince me
That I'm not drowning.
Oh, let me tell you I am.

Please, please tell me you know
I've got to let you go.
I can't help falling
Out of love with you.

Why I am feeling so guilty?
Why I am holding my breath?
Worry about everyone but me
I just keep losing myself.

Tell me it's nothing.
Try to convince me
That I'm not drowning
Oh let me tell you I am.

Please, please tell me you know
I've got to let you go.
I can't help falling
Out of love with you.

Oh, won't you read my mind?
Don't you make me like you.
I hear
Please, Please tell me you know
I've got to let you go.
I can't help falling
Out of love with you.

Until June

Meggar posted something on Michael Buble so I feel like posting something on Until June. :)

"Until June is quietly conquering the music world... The indie-cool-meets-pop sounds created by trio Josh Ballard, Dan Ballard and Daniel Dempsey offer a fresh take on the term piano rock. With a #1 single in Greece and extensive touring in the U.S., Southeast Asia and the Mediterranean under their belts, UJ is steadily amassing a loyal alliance of believers worldwide who are eager to share their discovery. Melodic falsettos belted out over lush rock instrumentation provide the perfect paradox of sound that almost feels like a guilty pleasure.

Until June released their new EP Sound of Defeat on Authentik Artists on May 19, 2009 and will be touring internationally throughout the year."

- PureVolume