Phone Calls From New York.

11.19.08

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY SAL BOSSIO!

So here it is, the sad post. Sad as in the "let me make a complete fool of myself." Here it goes, there's a song written recently, and that i also heard live just last week. It's call winter passing, and it's beautiful. There's such an indescribable amount of emotion within in. Everytime i hear it, it doesn't matter what's going on, but, just for those 3 minutes that it's streaming through my ears, everything, everything, is different. It's things like these you do not find often, at all. I love this. Erika just called me from the NYC show, Bill was playing it live. I couldn't describe how i feel right now. And you now have complete authority to mock me. I'll take it, this is worth it.


Winter Passing.
Its winter again, a white washed and frozen sky…
I came to the door, eyes maladjusted from the light,
but your voice rang clear.
You said, “For all I thought I’d ever need,
its hard to face the holidays without.”
Well I’ve left my last message on your machine
Its hard to face the holidays when you’re looking for the words to say.
So you’ve found a friend. You spend all your cold nights with him,
but if i was there, then I’d wonder why you still wear my jacket closed
with traces of my scent.
I’d say, “For all I thought I’d ever need,
its hard to face the holidays without.”
Well I’ve left my last message on your machine
Its hard to face the holidays when you’re looking for the words to say.
So stay with me here. Nose to nose, cold enough to see as our breath slowly escapes and exchanges from my lungs to yours, from your mouth to mine.
For all I thought I’d ever need,
its hard to face the holidays without.
Well I’ve left my last message on your machine
it’s hard to face the holidays when you’re looking for the words to say.
When you’re looking for the words to say.


Steven took this last week,



Listening To: Winter Passing, on repeat, forever - the academy is.