Silver cups and angels

I edited a bunch of posts today- nothing new, just fixed a few posts so that 1:00AM grammar could be improved upon by my 3:00AM grammar. Clearly, I have to now create some 3:00AM ramblings which can be improved upon by 4:00AM grammar.

For my birthday, one present was some money and instructions to "get myself something nice" and among some more practical gifts; I went to Funk N Grüven and bought myself two small silver cordial goblets. What caught my eye the most about them were the fingerprints. Years ago someone handled the silver and after years on shelves, the fingerprints had tarnished themselves into the silver as semi-permanent reminders of past owners. One set of prints large and broad, the other small and slender, those fine clean lines told me that years ago a man and a woman had held those two cups and shared some sort of drink; apparently their last drink from those cups as the two cups were now aging in a shop downtown. When I got them home I had to think for a while about what to do with them; leave the fingerprints as a reminder of what the silver once meant, or use a little polish and bring the silver back to it's old shine. After some consideration I took some polish and brought each of the cups to a shining gleam; it's time for the two cups to move on from holding memories on a dusty shelf and share new drinks. Who knows, someday even I might find a new set of slender fingers to share a drink with.

I'm not holding my breath for that drink though; it's not my place in life to be with those elusive slender fingers. By no means are nice, pretty girls absent from my life- the issue is that it never works out between me and angels. I know that my angels cannot stay in my life and I do not begrudge them for it; I will always happily watch a beautiful sunset but it makes no sense to curse the night which follows it. All of the angels in my life do their own wonders, I thank you all for the smallest of your smiles and the shortest of your kind words - brief moments are what makes life worth living.


Cheers,

The song of pretty girls

This song is actually titled "Wake up" by Sarah Slean; it's a lullabye, which somehow Sarah, managed to convince the entire Bellevillian audience to participate in during her show here. The song itself doesn't particularly have much to do with pretty girls I've known, in fact I'm still not really sure what it's about. The song, although quite nice, isn't magnificient enough to warrant mentioning in itself; it is however, like many other things, tied to many good memories. This song now draws back a few innocent, but wonderful memories; that rare type of memory which I hope to hold onto forever. A voice beside me in the darkness, a cold rainy day becoming bright with a warm cup of tea shared at a kitchen table, a letter arriving from an old soul, a long drive to the lake; over the last few weeks these rare moments of pleasure in an otherwise dreary world have one by one attached themselves to this song. I doubt that if you listen to this song you'll get half the feeling from it that I do from a single note; but then again I'm sure you have songs of your own which I will ever know.

Cheers,




Wake up
Wake up
You don’t want to sleep through this
Night has fallen and all the stars are coming out
O the sky’s a lullaby
Like
That sweet little light of mine

Come out come out
It’s not like we’re strangers here
No more lying here waiting, the sun’s coming up
O that hole made of gold is
Like
That sweet little light of mine

Random quotes from the Sarah Slean concert

All of these quotes are things I am remembering from a Sarah Slean concert I went to last week; more on this later but for now I'll just say that Sarah Slean is an incredible artist in every sense of the word. Go to www.sarahslean.com if you know what's good for you.

"We were worried when we were coming here...Belleville? Where's Belleville?"

Random Person - "I want you to have my babies!"
Sarah - "Hmmm....that sounded like a girl"
Random Person - "We can make it work!"
Sarah - "Ahh, now that's love"

"This next song is a bit of a lullabye...which doesn't make sense because it's titled "wake up" but oh well."

"I would like to introduce my brothers in crime"

"Ahh, there is hope for you yet!"

"The eyes tell everything; look into your lover's eyes and if it seems like there's something missing, even for a brief moment, then there probably is."