yoga in a cornfield.

one of the most random memories of lifelight 2011 is yoga in a cornfield with david duffield.

i knew the 'we are leo' boys were at lifelight but i hadn't seen them yet when i went to the car to grab a diet coke and who should i run into but frontman, david! we exchanged pleasantries then got talking about how david has recently gotten into doing yoga, especially before shows, to stretch, think, meditate and pray.

of course i needed to see an example since i don't do yoga. i figured he'd do a simple one like that one where you end up looking like a flamingo but nope, he went straight into downward facing dog. might i remind you that we are in the middle of a cornfield...and a hay wagon full of people from a back parking "lot" rolled on by. he proceeded to show a couple more stances (of which i can't remember the names) and i was fairly impressed. especially over the fact that he could practically touch his forehead to his knees while standing! homeboy's flexible.

later i went and caught their show, it was the best show i've seen them play yet!

xo

because my words are failing me.

sometimes music is the only adequate expression of how i feel. it gives voice to my emotions and has the courage to say what i can't. he was wronged. he was robbed. he was is a great boss. the proverbial blood is on their hands.

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and I don't have time
To go round and round and round

It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring myself
To do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can't you just get over it?
It turned my whole world around
And I kinda like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don't mind sayin'
It's a sad, sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter sayin' that I better
Shut up and sing or my life will be over

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and I don't have time
To go round and round and round

It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring myself
To do what it is you think I should

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting.

xo