What are you so afraid of?

Secret heart
What are you made of
What are you so afraid of
Could it be
Three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
What’s wrong

Let em’ in on your secret heart

Secret Heart
Why so mysterious
Why so sacred
Why so serious
Maybe you’re
Just acting tough
Maybe you’re just not man enough
What’s wrong

Let em’ in on your secret heart

This very secret
That you’re trying to conceal
Is the very same one
That You’re dying to reveal
Go tell him how you feel

Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Maybe it’s got something to do with
Admitting that you just can’t go through it alone?

Let em’ in on your secret heart

This very secret
That you’re trying to conceal
Is the very same one
That you’re dying to reveal
Go tell ‘em how you feel
This very secret heart

Go out and share it
This very secret heart

5 Years’ Time

I love bikes.

Hurhur, style over speed! I’m quite in love like with Copenhagen Cycle Chic. European culture. Le sigh? Hahaha. And see, look what I found!  A happy (Topshop) biking video. Extraextra bonus because the soundtrack is ‘5 years time’ by Noah and the Whale (!!!!!). “Love love love” their music; currently one of my fave bands! (:

Soooon! I’ll be getting mine soon. I hope I don’t jinx it by saying it out loud… I hope I get that old little blue one at BAC bikes! It has a little white chain guard and fenders. So quaint! (((: I can ride around singing “and there’ll be suuun suuun suuuuuuun, all over our bodies, and sun sun suuuuun, all down our necks!” But of course it won’t be as carefree as in that video because of Australia’s stupid mandatory helmet laws. Ugh.

Back to my 3rd and final assignment for the week. Sometimes I think to myself if I can really stick it out for the whole 5 years of my Comm/Arts degree. But I don’t want to look back in regret when I’m working, wishing I’d enjoyed my student life more (: Haha, that logic applies to other areas too. I want to look back and sing “it was fun fun fuuuun…”

Mis – (insert verb)

“Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies”
- Oliver Goldsmith

Misheard lyrics (august will pass! haha), misinterpretation, missteps, misdirection. Brooke Fraser was right on the money when she wrote “show me how I should live this” in ‘Faithful’. Ah well,

Philippians 3:13-15

13 Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.

15 All of us who are mature should take such a view of things. And if on some point you think differently, that too God will make clear to you.

Exciting things ahead! Oh anybellyhoo, not to continue being emo or anything… but hey look at this Greg Leswall song! ‘It’s been a year’! Hits where it hurt(s). Heh. I like him. A little Janove Ottesen, a little Jose González, a little Rob Thomas/Matchbox 20, a little Counting Crows. Very mellow. He does a lovely play (<– click) on ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun’ too! Okay, at the risk of being pigeon-holed as one of those people who annoyingly force their music taste onto their readers, here!

Yeah it’s about that time
that you contact me to make rhyme
and reason of what we did
now that it’s been a year

Don’t clutter your head
I’m fine
Don’t clutter your head
It’s been some time
And I’m fine
Strange it’s almost been a year

And you sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
To me

I should know better by now
Then to pick up that God damn phone
But I don’t
And it’s almost been a year

And you sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
To me
You sound so sweet
To me

Yeah it’s about that time
That you contact me to make rhyme
And reason of what you did
Now that it’s been a year

And you sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
You sound so sweet
To me
You sound so sweet
To me

Seated

Carried to The Table
(click for song)

Wounded and forsaken
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arm

I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord

Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed

You carried me, my God
You carried me

By Leeland

BRB; currently sleeping through the static

Shucks, I love this man.

Will May elaborate later.

Just listen for now (: