stilllharmonic orchestra

pink floyd and s. mclachland say it better than i ever could right now...

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

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Spend all your time waiting for that second chance, for a break that would make it okay. there's always one reason to feel "not good enough" and it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction--oh beautiful release, memory seeps from my veins. let me be emptyand weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.

such songs played through the blake & lamb parlor tonight as orchestra of sniffs and sobs filled the atmosphere. never thought i'd have an instrument to play... but then again of course i did. i showed up pretty late... almost not at all. i didn't want to play along. the pictures and his stillness in his youth forced me to join in. i'm glad i did. maybe because i did, i won't have to take lessons on the instrument later that i already should have learned how to play. i'm not quite sure. i do know this though... it was harder than i thought it would be. a bigger deal than everyone else knows it to be. and much more complicated than it should be.

thanks for calling... i know you feel helpless but know that it's so important during this sad song.