Get up, get out

 Song of the day;;

→ Gregory Alan Isakov - Big Black Car

You were a phonograph, I was a kid

I sat with an ear close, just listening

Was there when the rain tapped her way down your face

You were a miracle, I was just holding your space

Hmm

Well, time has a way of throwing it all in your face

The past, she is haunted, the future is laced

Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car

I swear I was in the back seat, just minding my own

Hmm

And through the glass, the corn crows come like rain

They won't stay, they won't stay

For too long now

This could be all that we know

Of love and all

Well, you were a dancer and I was a rag

The song in my head, well, was all that I had

Hope was a letter I never could send

Well, love was a country we couldn't defend

Hmm, hmm

Through the carnival we watch them go 'round and 'round

All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns

Oh

Well, you were a magazine, I was a plain Jane

Just walking the sidewalks and covered in rain

Love to just get out of some of your stories

Me, all of my plain Jane glory

Just me and all of my plain Jane glory

--

Kohta Euroviisujen eka semi! Toivottavasti irtoaa finaalipaikka. Huomenna tatuointiaika!!

Not meant to be

 Song of the day;;

→ Gregory Alan Isakov - San Luis

Weightlessness, no gravity

Were we somewhere in-between?

I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

Oh, highway boys all sleeping in

With their dirty mouths and broken strings

Oh, their eyes are shining like the sea

For you, the queen of San Luis

I’m a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

Cutting through the avenues

I'd always find my way to you

Beside the hook, the hammer lies

Fumbling round in the smoke

Spending time chasing ghosts

Hold me down, hold me down, child

Hold me down, hold me down, child

California called you queen

With your golden hair and magazine

Were you somewhere in-between?

Fast asleep, a flying dream

I'm a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

I'm a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

I'm a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

I'm a ghost of you, you’re a ghost of me

A bird’s-eye view of San Luis

--

Miks aika kuluu aina niin jumalattoman hitaasti sillon, kun odottaa jotain juttua tosi paljon?

Bi-polar bear

Song of the day;;

→ Gregory Alan Isakov - Big Black Car

You were a phonograph, I was a kid

I sat with an ear close, just listening

I was there when the rain tapped her way down your face

You were a miracle, I was just holding your space

Well, time has a way of throwing it all in your face

The past, she is haunted, the future is laced

Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car

Swear I was in the backseat, just minding my own

And through the glass, the corn crows come like rain

They won't stay, they won't stay

For too long now

This could be all that we know

Of love and all

Well, you were a dancer and I was a rag

The song in my head, well, was all that I had

Hope was a letter I never could send

Love was a country we couldn't defend

And through the carnival we watch them go round and round

All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns

Well, you were a magazine, I was a plain Jane

Just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain

Love to just get into some of your stories

Me and all of my plain Jane glory

Just me and all of my plain Jane glory