WORK!

Okay I haven’t been very good at updating because I just finished 2 long form documentaries that had crazy deadlines and an EPK for a feature film…insert hair flip 🙂

So my CV looks banging but my new music collection is sad. Hold onto your hats, I’m going to throw all the great tracks I missed while editing my little heart out.

Annnnnnnnd we’re off:

Here’s an ‘old’ song but a new video…so lovely!

 

MS MR – Hurricane

LYRICS:

Didn’t know what this would be
But I knew I didn’t see
what you thought you saw in me
I jumped the gun
so sure you’d split and run
ready for the worst
before the damage was done

Oho oho oho oh

The storm never came
or it never was
didn’t know getting lost in the blue
it meant I wound up losing you

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
so dark and foul I can’t disguise
can’t disguise
nights like this
I become afraid
of the darkness in my heart
hurricane

ohhoo oho

What’s wrong with me
why not understand and see
I never saw
what you saw in me
keep my eyes open
my lips sealed
my heart closed
and my eyes peeled

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
so dark and foul I can’t disguise
can’t disguise
nights like this
I become afraid
of the darkness in my heart
hurricane

Make ash and leave the dust behind
Lady Diamond in the sky
wild light
glowing bright
to guide me when I fall
I fall on tragedy

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
so dark and foul I can’t disguise
can’t disguise
nights like this
I become afraid
of the darkness in my heart
hurricane

Miserable Day…

Winters began and just in time for me to receive a new summer wardrobe from the States side brother. Sigh!

I love Winter but when the weather matches my mood too completely I get introspective – never good.

Robert Frost – ‘STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVEVNING’

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farm house near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound is the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake

The wood are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep……