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Sometimes I Sing on Sundays Too

I have had a lot of conversations in the last few days. A lot of them have been big. And then I have lots more to think through. I like this in my life. Sometimes it is a bit overwhelming though, and then I seek a little respite in music. The following are all tried & true hits in my music library.


Carlyle Lake - Sufjan Stevens

Mmmmm, Sufjan.


Electric Bird - Sia



Such Great Heights - The Postal Service

Hooray for freckles!


and another version of the same song...


Such Great Heights - Iron & Wine

Which is better - acoustic or full rock sound?


Cemeteries of London - Coldplay

Mmmmmmmmmm, Coldplay.



Who Let You Go? - The Killers

I often ask myself this very question...


Time After Time - Eva Cassidy

Can't you picture this in your head while she sings?


Look After You - The Fray

This is one of my favourite love songs. It gets me every time, as soon as he says, "If I don't say this now, I will surely break..."


Stop This Train - John Mayer

This is how I pray some days..."I'm only good at being young!"


Broken - Lifehouse

A friend of mine introduced me to this song when she was going through some major drama/trauma. It makes me think of her. I like her a lot. And now I like this song a lot.


No You Girls - Franz Ferdinand

If you switch the placement of "boys" and "girls" in this song, it would work just as well.

Comments

  1. "Who Let You Go?" reminds me of being 25. Mostly because you sent me that brilliant CD. So it also reminds me of you :)

    Music is my therapy.

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  2. Re: A Suitable Boy - that book is a TOME! a door stop! and it would take a normal reader (and you are a speed reader)months to get throught it. Let us know if you do perservere and get it read.

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  3. "Such Great Heights" reminds me of Veronica Mars, and feeling asleep in the summer sun. I'd also like it for the first couple's dance if I get married.

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