John Barrowman singing Firework
MY FACE WHEN HE STARTED SINGING
OH MY GOSH THIS IS TERRIFIC
EVEN IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHO JOHN BARROWMAN IS, LISTEN TO THIS RIGHT NOW
casually bringing this back
that’s how the light gets in.
some mornings you’re too heavy to wake up. some mornings the world presses down on your back like a hundred stones; some mornings your lungs are crushed, your eyelids heavy, and you lie in your bed with the alarm blaring and wonder what’s worth rolling out of bed for.
a mix for getting up.
i. a better son/daughter - rilo kiley - sometimes in the morning i am petrified and can’t move, awake but cannot open my eyes, and the weight is crushing down on my lungs i know i can’t breathe, and hope someone will save me this time.
ii. shoreline - anna ternheim - lose your hunger, you lose your way; get confused and you fade away. oh, this town kills you when you’re young.
iii. home - the wealthy west - you heard that the truth would set you free, but there are times when you don’t want to be. so every time you feel like you should go, you’re never going to be that far away from home.
iv. all my favorite people - over the rhine - is each wound you’ve received just a burdensome gift? it gets so hard to lift yourself up off the ground. but the poet says we must praise a mutilated world. we’re all working the graveyard shift, you might as well sing along.
v. can’t go back now - the weepies - you know there will be days when you’re so tired that you can’t take another step. the night will have no stars and you’ll think you’ve gone as far as you will ever get. you and me walk on.
vi. feather on the clyde - passenger - round aching bones to my restless heart; well, I would swim, but the river is so wide, and I’m scared I won’t make it to the other side. well, God knows I’ve failed, but He knows that I’ve tried.
vii. cloud atlas sextet (piano cover) - thilo voissel - [instrumental]
viii. a girl, a boy, and a graveyard - jeremy messersmith - she says, “life’s a game we’re meant to lose. but stick by me, and I will stick by you.”
ix. comes and goes (in waves) - greg laswell - this one’s for believing, if only for its sake. come on, friends, get up now; love is to be made.
x. always - panic! at the disco - when the world gets too heavy, put it on my back; I’ll be your levy. you are taking me apart like bad glue on a get-well card.
xi. blackbird - the beatles - blackbird, singing in the dead of night! take these sunken eyes and learn to see. all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.
xii. this year - the mountain goats - there will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year, i am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
xiii. down to earth - peter gabriel - did you feel you were tricked by the future you picked? well, come on down.
xiv. welcome home - radical face - peel the scars from off my back, I don’t need them anymore. you can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars; I’ve come home.
xv. tomorrow will be kinder - the secret sisters - but I feel warmth on my skin; the stars have all aligned. the wind has blown, but now I know that tomorrow will be kinder.
(art credit jeremy mann)
Kate Rusby and Kathryn Roberts, covering Suzanne Vega’s “The Queen and the Soldier.”
This is my favorite song of all time, and the inspiration for an alarming amount of fic.