Down

When I'm down in the dumps, I turn to some of my favorite songwriters to ease the sad (and partly cause I like to know that other people have lived through worse hardships than I am currently enduring). Anyway.

This week has been, for lack of a more interesting word, rough. ROOOOOUUUUUGGGGHHH! Physically, I have been on Utah time for about a week. So when I have to wake up at 5 to go to work, it has been waking up at 3. Had a Power Ranger assessment which yeilded an aching body for the next three days. And, of course, hanging out with Slim is not a casual stroll. It's like wrapping your muscles in tape and trying to flex, all the while, swinging twenty pounds of steel attatched to your legs down the street for a 30 minute parade.

People keep getting engaged. All the days, someone new comes in to work with a gold band on their third phillange. It's kinda psychin' me out. But, I've already told you about that.

So when this aura decends upon me I turn to my muscially inclined friends. For this session, I have not had my full artillery of music (since the death of my Lorelai, my first iPod) which was unfortunate. I'd like to thank Coldplay, though, for aiding my crusade out of the afformentioned dumps. They are the authors of my song of the week. It is located in my playlist on the right, along with some other mellow-yellow songs (don't be scared of Johnny Cash). Listen and read the lyrics below if you'd like.

WARNING SIGN

A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst.
I started looking for excuses.

Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.

A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized,
she was an island and I passed you by,
You were an island to discover.

Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.

And I'm tired,
I should not have let you go.

So I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms.
And I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms...