My Playlist
I’ve always loved music. As far back as I can remember, music has spoken to me deeply in a way that I cannot explain. Sometimes I will listen to Bruce Sprinsteen for days, other times it’s a various Christian artists, and other days, well, you’ll see. My music is like my writing: varied, crazy, changing by the day as you’ll see.
Here’s what I’m hitting REPLAY on the I-Pod on this days, the current playlist:
1.)
P!NK: Crystal Ball : I’m obsessed with this song lately. And I’ve grown to love Pink. For all her extroversion, she is amazingly open in many of her songs and some of the lyrics amaze me. I’ve copied the lyrics to this song below, it’s my favorite song at the moment.
2.)
Sugarland: Very Last Country Song
5.)
Addison Road: What Do I Know of Holy
7.)
Gavin Rossdale: Love Remains The Same
9.)
Whitney Houston: I Look To You
10.)
Steven Curtis Chapman: Heaven Is The Face
11.)
Black Eye Peas: I Gotta Feelin’
Those are my faves at the moment, today, September 13th 26th. We’ll see where I am a few days or weeks from now!
Here are the lyrics to Pink’s Crystal Ball:
Drinking wine and thinking bliss is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again
Up and down and ’round again, down and up and ’round again
Oh, I’ve had my chances and I’ve taken them all
Just to end up right back here on the floor
To end up right back here on the floor
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell
But I’m not scared at all
The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball
Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgiveness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace
And I’m learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes
Oh, I’ve felt that fire and I, I’ve been burned
But I wouldn’t trade the pain for what I’ve learned
I wouldn’t trade the pain for what I’ve learned
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell
But I’m not scared at all
Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball
Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me? What it’s done to me? What is done, done?
Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel
Broken mirrors and a black cat’s cold stare
Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I’ll meet you there
But I’m not scared at all, I’m not scared at all
‘Bout the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball









