breathe

ps
coiling around the circumference of my brain i gaze through every pang of every grief that rules my soul per gasp.
~creepingelm

daydreaming

2.06.12 Creepy Dolls I Love #28

2.06.12 Creepy Dolls I Love #28, a photo by CreepingElm on Flickr.

ps my sedgley, the soul carrier, was selected for an etsy treasury called creepy dolls i love by the curator: poppygenetierney on 2.06.12.
ps ps sedgley is the 7th in series of the story telling doll heads. see more at http://www.etsy.com/shop/creepingelm

josh ritter ~ why

ps ps why can't you try to be happy? why must you always be sad?
ps ps new 6 song ep, bringing in the darlings, avail. feb. 21

them savages

ps the duo from flagstaff, arizona, ben velazco ~ vocals/percussion and joshua be ~ guitar/vocals, make up them savages. with their gravelly, growling voices and their dark grittiness and thumping bluesy folk rock sounds i hail them a hidden treasure. it didn't take me but one listen to their latest album, church songs, to become a fan.
i look forward to seeing them come play in los angeles in the near future. come on boys and get here soon!

follow them savages:
http://themsavages.bandcamp.com/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Them-Savages/129135710459327
https://twitter.com/#!/THMSVGS
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http://themsavages.tumblr.com/
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listen to them savages with me: http://blip.fm/CreepingElm

open your ears:

happy 200th birthday charles dickens

the ivy green
by: charles dickens (1812-1870)

oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
that creepeth o'er ruins old!
of right choice food are his meals, i ween,
in his cell so lone and cold.
the wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
to pleasure his dainty whim:
and the mouldering dust that years have made
is a merry meal for him.
creeping where no life is seen,
a rare old plant is the ivy green.

fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
and a staunch old heart has he.
how closely he twineth, how tight he clings
to his friend the huge Oak Tree!
and slyly he traileth along the ground,
and his leaves he gently waves,
as he joyously hugs and crawleth round
the rich mould of dead men's graves.
creeping where grim death hath been,
a rare old plant is the ivy green.

whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
and nations have scattered been;
but the stout old ivy shall never fade,
from its hale and hearty green.
the brave old plant, in its lonely days,
shall fatten upon the past:
for the stateliest building man can raise
is the ivy's food at last.
creeping on where time has been,
a rare old plant is the ivy green.

cupid draw back your bow

ps a huge thank you to mutual benefit for sending me this song! mwah mwah jordan.
ps ps if you aren't familiar with this band, mutual benefit, get on it music peoples.

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http://flavors.me/jordanlee
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