its movement

Hey friends, It is definitly 11:05 am. I am done three of my finals I got one left tomorrow thenhappiness will fill my life. Oh will it be nice. Anyways I am staying here the whole day just reading and longboard cause home is really boring to be honest. I have my physics exam left tomorrow so that should be interesting to see how it goes. The one I wrote today went pretty good, it could have gone a little better but I am not going to complain.

So lately I have been listening to mewithoutyou. I can not get over how good their lyrics are. props to aaron weiss for being that good. I don't know what makes it so good, maybe the airy sounding guitar, the awesome bass tone, the spoken word. All of these are (in my mind) contributing factors to the awesomeness of mewithoutyou.

This is my song today.

Paper hanger
And not one motion her gesture could I forget
The prettiest bag lady I ever met...Pushing her cart in the rain
then gathering plastic and glassShe watched the day pass
Not hour by hour... but pain by pain.
I was a basket filled with holes, and she was the sand I tried to hold
That ran out behind me as I swung with some invisible hand.
I stopped believing, you start to move
(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
(And you can pour us out and we won't mind)
I was dead then alive, She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won't mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "My life is no longer mine."
And if you're still looking for a blanket, sweetie
I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric; But if you need a tailor... then take your torn shirt
stumble up my stairs, And mumble your pitiful prayers and in your tangled, knotted sleep Our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river
Down in the shop by the mirror where you see yourself whole...
and it makes you shiver.
I stopped believing, you start to move
(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
(And you can pour us out and we won't mind)
I was dead then alive, She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won't mind,As scratch around the mouth of the glass,
"Our lives our not our own."Even the wind lay still
Our essence was fire and cold and movement, movement...Oh
If they ask you for the sign of the father in you
Tell them it's movement, movement, movement of... hope.

If they ask you for the sign of the father tell them its movement, a movement of hope. Its so true. its faith, its hope, something we can't see but we know that God is moving. Changing people's lives. its awesome. I mean but are we all making that movement of hope? I think that is something that we can all strive for. let's show this generation a God movement. I mean that is why we are here isnt it?

Thats just my thoughts for today.
let me know what you think.

have a good day!
zachary michael