dogs run free with diamond collars,
free men hang from ropes and dollars
train tracks stitch, the jagged scars,
stretched faces on ageing stars.
empty beds in furniture stores,
angels sleep on skid-row floors
broken wings for a dollar a pound can you,
spare some change?

im strolling down, rolling down, sunset boulevard,
i see the paparazzi try to catch a falling star.
it's just another day youre on your way,
in the city of angels
all the make-up in this town covers the frowns,
yea the world seems upside down.

thats my favorite song off corrinne may's new album! i shant post the whole song, or patrick will have something mean to say. so anyway, i was just thinking about how amazing her lyrics are. i mean, "all the make-up in this town covers the frowns"? how amazing is that. haha. what a way to describe the masks people put on each day as they try to face the world. but im glad this mask isnt something i need to wear. watcha see is watcha get! haha.

the past few weeks have seen me struggling to get my balance before i fall right off this dangerously wobbly plank of my life. but, as ive been listening to corrinne may on repeat, her songs have put many things in perspective. its reminded me, everything is about PERSPECTIVE. (which is what jus screeaamed into my ear at our -secret spot- in church hahahaaa.) and ive found that i often discover myself in song. music and lyrics are good wake-up calls. plus the talk i had with pastor mitch on sunday, to renew my faith and make sure He stays reigning as first position in my life. and talking to kenneth today- wisdom. which i can only have IF i do [proverbs2:1-4]. and then trust for the Lord to provide.

oh what a mystery, youre on the side of me,
on the side of me.

theres a comfort in the darkness,
a familiar road though i know that you
are no good for me.
youre a false alibi you hypnotise
and you keep tempting me to throw away eternity.

and im leaving, leaving this path behind, dont need your sympathy.
im leaving, dont try to change my mind.
im leaving this path behind.

thirty three
the age that You died for me
and here i am at thirty three
thirty three
you crowned it with Your death upon the tree
the mystery of your love for me.

beautiful seed.

and im on my way,
im on my way.