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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. nadine9:18 PM

    "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. MLW10:35 AM

    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. Karen1:52 PM

    "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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