Here We Are- Patrick Park

I am a big believer in lyrics for a song. If a musician isn't saying anything... what's the point.

Here we are with burning skin
Where we've always been
And we all collide
In the rising tide
Then weather in the wind

We live our lives
Like hands are tied
And dead in days of dreaming
Embrace the race
Of every days
But forsake the feeling

Are we killing time
While these days unwind?

We can't see past our own sad stories
And wonder what we're missing
We can't see past our own sad stories
And forget how to listen

But did there ever come a time
When things weren't so defined?
We've given new names
To our hopes and our pain
But love just gets harder to find

We wrestle with what we think we should say
And hang ourselves out in the air
But most of the time
I think you'll find
That we're just pretending to care

And it's a crying shame
How we get so trained

We can't see past our own sad stories
And wonder what we're missing
We can't see past our own sad stories
And forget how to listen

We can't see past our own sad stories
And wonder what we're doing
We can't see past our own sad stories
And forget who it is we're fooling

Well, here we are with burning skin
Where we've always been

Bags

I have always collected two things-- paper and bags. It is as if I expect a great journey and that I need to record it. The more I live and the more I hear stories of my own life, the more I realize that this is the journey. Though I fully expect more great adventures and more great stories to record, I am settling into the fact that this life is the journey, the great adventure, we are all looking for. The bags we carry along the way tell a lot about us. Even more than the bags themselves, the things we carry in those bags, the baggage, tell an even greater story. The Lord knows I carry baggage, every man does. Hopefully, it is the sort of baggage that we can look back on and smile upon. May we reflect and realize that the forks we have taken along the way have brought us to the fork we now find ourselves at. Here is to the baggage of life. May it always be light and may we always realize that it is good because it has brought us to where we are.

Avett Brother's on Thursday

These gents thought they could roll through Lady-H without saying hello... We'll show them on Thursday night.

*Chris, I adjusted the photos so technically I am not violating copyright laws... original work and all

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