Bodysnatchers

I found this on someone else's blog - I deleted a couple of them that were just dumb, but I thought the rest were really fun!

RULES:

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media, etc. on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds.

(4. I added partial lyrics just for fun!)

IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY,' YOU SAY:

"Live to Tell"

Geoff Moore and the Distance

Take my life and let it be

a reflection of you for the whole world to see

the God, who is alive and well

I will live to tell

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF:

"Once Upon a December"

Anastasia Soundtrack

Dancing bears, painted wings

things I almost remember

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL:

"Mister Cellophane" - oh, that's sad

Chicago Soundtrack

If someone stood up in a crowd

and raised his voice way out loud

And waved his arm

And shook his leg

You'd notice him

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY:

"Free Fallin" - so perfect!

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

And I'm free, free fallin'

Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE:

"Someday You Will be Loved"

Death Cab for Cutie

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep

and everytime tears roll down your cheeks

But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet

Someday you will be loved

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU:

"Now We Are Free" - nice

Gladiator Soundtrack

(Don't understand any of it - it's in Hebrew)

Anol Shalom

Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um

Flavum

Nom de leesh

Ham de nam um das...

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN:

"Hanging by a Moment"

Lifehouse

Desperate for changing

starving for truth

I'm closer to where I started

Chasing after you

WHAT IS 2+2?

"Live Like You Were Dying"

Tim McGraw

I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter

And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying

and he said someday I hope you get the chance

To live like you were dying

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND:

"Gotta Be Somebody"

Nickelback

'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own

and everyone wants to know their not alone

There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere

There's gotta be somebody for me out there

WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO:

"In the Waiting Line"

Zero 7

Do you believe in what you see

motionless wheel, nothing is real

Wasting my time, in the waiting line

Do you believe, in what you see

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING:

"The Point of No Return" - HAHAHAHA!!!!!

Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack

(so many perfect lines but I'll just put the last part down)

Past the point of no return, the final threshold

the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn

We've passed the point of no return

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL:

"Meet Virginia"

Train

Well she wants to live her life

Then she thinks about her life

Pulls her hair back as she screams

"I don't really want to live this life"

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW:

"Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!"

Dean Martin

The fire is slowly dying

and my dear we're still goodbying

But as long as you love me so

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE:

"The Mob"

Gladiator Soundtrack

(There are no words - ha!)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR:

"Reggae Got Soul"

Toots and the Maytals

Reggae got soul

got so much soul

Listen to the beat

move your dancing feet

Rock your bodyline

Move in time

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET:

"Grease (remix)"

Grease

I got chills, they're multiplyin'

and I'm losing control

'Cause the power, you're supplyin'

it's electrifyin'

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP:

"The Show"

Sanctus Real

And I'd give anything to hear the sound of the spirit

Coming down

And the praises they sang

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS:

"Bodysnatchers"

Radiohead

I've no idea what I am talking about

I'm trapped in this body and can't get out

The Island

This one might be a stretch, but, after repainting it several times my roommate exclaimed that it looked like a submerged island. I still don't know if I see it, but I liked the idea of every other picture I'd tried being buried under layers of paint. So, I wrote a poem about it, to make it make sense.

Her island covers all her dreams

Lying there half-sunk in seas

Sandy shores with white-capped waves

Nothing in sight for days and days.

Yet deep below there lies a girl

The reddest hair in all the world

Pale-white face with a stubborn jaw

Deep blue eyes I couldn't draw.

Then a pink flamingo underneath

The islands' waters now they keep

It's life, it's flight, it's painted wings

All kept still by painted seas.

Beyond that an abstract thought

The orange, the purple lines they fought

An idea of chaos somehow designed

by an intricacy of my mind.

And at the bottom lies four trees

Gnarled branches bereft of leaves

The piano stands upon the grass

Soul-bared melody unmasked.

Upon all these my island sits

With nothing left but what it is

A wispy shore, sinking deep

With all my dreams drowned beneath.

Then Once to Speak

(same Stream of Consciousness that brought you the title of this blog)

Her feet are dancing as her arms are lifted

in time with the music she hears

Songs sung as she moves to the tune that she plays

the rhythm of her falling tears.

I try to imagine what she sees with closed eyes

shut so tightly to keep them in

those hopes and those fears shut up in her heart

a full day she can't help but relive.

As barefoot she stands in the mud of the road

seeming ready to run and stand still

racing with all the thoughts moving through

her mind, her body, her will.

Her stretched fingers curling around the thin air

as her arms they possess all the strength

to lift her right off of those bare feet in the mud

no emotion seems ever to stay.

The tears that I mentioned, those tears full of music

streaking patterns of black down her cheeks

the notes being played by the sun on her face

causes me then once to speak.

"Why this joy and this sadness together,

I'm not sure what's making you cry.

The tears, and the smile, must come from some reason?"

I stop and await her reply.

Turning and turning she heeds not my question

though laughing she pauses to say,

"All of these days, yet all that we waste,

Have you lived enough for today?"

The Gipsy Girl

Painting inspired

by Ralph Hodgson's poem

"Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,

A penny for three tries!"

Some threw and lost, some threw and won

A ten-a-penny prize.

She was a tawny gipsy girl,

A girl of twenty years,

I liked her for the lumps of gold

That jingled from her ears;

I liked the flaring yellow scarf

Bound loose around her throat,

I liked her showy purple gown

And flashy velvet coat.

A man came up, too loose of tongue,

And said no good to her;

She did not blush as Saxons do,

Or turn upon the cur;

She fawned and whined "Sweet gentlemen,

A penny for three tries!"

- But oh, the den of wild things in

The darkness of her eyes!

Big Bear with the Family

Have you ever had those weekends that you just don't want to end? There is so much fun had that you can't even imagine having that much fun ever again? Or been caught thinking that fun ceases to exist when the weekend ends? If so, you'll enjoy my story.

Thursday afternoon the cars were all packed up with Doritos and Hot Chocolate, among other things to eat. The four of us in the van had our animal hats on, ready for some adventure. I, naturally, was wearing Hippo with Dog driving, and Elephant and Polar Bear in the back seat. So perfect. The Beatles accompanied us all the way up the mountain - "Here comes the sun, do en do do."

As the driveway was snowed over we carried the loads of necessities (like Scrabble and snow pants) up the newly-shoveled stairs to the perfectly placed cabin that overlooked the lake. Very nice to have seven people to help. Actually, very nice to have the guys suggest that Kels and I stay in the cabin and unpack the food while they proceed to carry everything from the cars to the stairs to the kitchen.

Food unpacked, hot chocolate made and blanketly-wrapped - the next activity had to be playing games. Thus a highly volumized game of Pit commenced. Before we knew it the last, and final, car of family members arrived. Role call: Katie, Matty, Ben, Jeff, Max/Andrew, Tayla, Kels-oo, Jordan, Josiah, Kaylin, and myself. All present. Family time.

Sleep. Sunrise. So early. Sledding. Snowball fight. Sledding. Several naps. Some games and some food. Sinking Battleships. Snow storm. Sunset. Serious Rummikub-ing. Salinger stories. Sleep. Sunrise.
Between cups of Hot chocolate with dirt particles from the melted snow (since the pipes broke and then froze over once they were fixed) and semi-cleaned dishes as there was no water to wash them with, Kels pointed out that we were just building up our immune systems.

What other fun was had, you ask? Are you in for a treat. Pink snow bibs, creeper Dude-Bro (the snowman, as seen in picture below)Dance-party film shoots, Luge-ing Chaos and going over the side of the sled-run into the trees, 5 pairs of socks, moral supporting the heck out of Max/Andrew's pipe-fixing (see below)Boombox left hanging from the tree, Coke and snow snacking, Valentine's dinner made by the guys - so good, by the way, Happy Hippo dancing, and any other fun you can think up, we probably did it.

All of that to say, the trip home went by way too fast and we were unpacking the van and packing up our animal hats way too soon it seemed. Who's up for Round Two?

Life Burrito

I've made mine with music

Some of it in time

Then added a little vocab

to make it sweet with rhyme.

I'm adding daily to-do lists

with plans I'm trying to make

And sometimes there's lonely

but always a lot of faith

There's writing and coffee

and covert-op schemes

I've filled it with interesting

friendships and dreams

I'll admit that inside there's fear

and, more often than not, doubt

Every time I make it

I can't seem to leave these out.

What's in your Life burrito

what is it your eatin'?

What would you leave out,

what flavors are you needin'?

Who needs lettuce and tomato

and your choice of three meats?

You put what you like in your Life burrito

And once it's filled up, you eat.

This was inspired after talking with a friend about what was going on in my life. I told him a list of things and then said - "Yep, all of that is rolled up in my Life burrito. It's what I'm eating right now." That spurred a discussion as to whether someone else could eat my life burrito... and of course I told him that my burrito had a special force field around it. Maybe I'll add that verse.

Now this burrito of mine, 

life-stuffed, if you will

Is mine for the eatin'

not for any old Bill*.

There's no getting around

the laser force field

It's guarded and protected

Not just anyone's meal.

Only I, of course,

can turn off this device

and usually to add

some new-fangled spice.

Like big rings on my fingers

or red hair on my head

I wish one of these days

I could add a job instead.

Well that's the story

of this burrito of mine

Now go make yours

Though you don't have to rhyme.

*The name of my friend has been changed for privacy reasons and because it didn't rhyme.