Easier than Love - Switchfoot (or "woon-gerk")

Sex is currency, she sells cars, she sells magazines
Addictive, bittersweet, clap your hands, with the hopeless nicotines
Everyone's a lost romantic since our love became a kissing show
Everyone's a Casanova, come and pass me the mistletoe
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone

Sex is industry,the CEO, of corporate policy
Skin-deep ministry, suburban youth, hail your so-called liberty
Every advertising antic, our banner waves with a neon glow
War and love become pedantic, we wage love with a mistletoe

She's easier than love, easier than life, it's easier to fake and smile and bribe
It's easier to leave, easier to lie, it's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone, what have we done? What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul?

Society's notion of love has become so diluted, reconstructed
All we understand of it is grounded in notions of "romance"
Where have we come? What's the monster we've become?
Do we know how to feel, to give, to trust? Or are we too blinded by wanting to wage our mistletoe at every potential candidate?
Why are we so scared of being alone?

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the distance between us
isn't quite as far...as the one between your heart and mind
when will you
stop

these blood clots you've created
willingly
incessant blocking of a once natural flow
vein to ventricle, the organ pumps

let your heart be full
let it speak

how i wish things were different
or just less of the same
how i wish the moment had stopped and rewinded
to be played again and again
and if only my heart were so full
all the time
i'd be happy

as i stood in the rain
flickle, flurkle on my head
i missed you
and that moment
where you missed me too

a disjointed opus

"Love is the answer for most of the questions in my heart
Why we’re here and where do we go and how come it's so hard
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together…
When you’re gone all the colors fade
When you’re gone, no New Year’s Day parade...you’re gone, colors seem to fade

All of the moments that already passed, we'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be, we never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
Just you and me, on this island of hope...a breath between us could be miles

I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd"

i wonder if anyone can decipher all the lyrics and from which songs they are from...

is this the new year or just another desperation?

"Come and gather to see what the Lord has done..."

Today is ultimately a day of reflection. As well, I believe much of it to be simply a continuation, as someone mentioned in passing a few days back. It is not some pivotal time of change, where drama will begin or cease, but rather an extension of what has been going on in our lives. Having said that, one can't help but look back and connect the consonants, which are the various events we remember; to the vowels, which give them meaning. The vowels bring life to the consonants, as we begin to see the past year in words rather than letters...hopefully, everything weaves together to form a coherent passage.

As I reflect upon the last year, all I can think about is you.
It's a strange thing isn't it? It's been nineteen years since I was first put in your care
From the first instance the doctor put me in your arms, you knew I was yours
You taught me to do what every toddler wishes to accomplish: to talk, to walk...but you always gave me more: you taught me how to play, how to discover, and how to love life
You taught me to do what every child desires: to run around, to make my first friend, to hold my first hand...but you always gave me more: you taught me to love food, care for my brother, and most importantly, you showed me how to love God
You taught me to do what every teenager craves for: to grow into an adult, to dream big, to have people to love...but you always gave me more: you taught me about heartbreak, the shortcuts I can take, and to embrace the music that you've given birth to within me

As an adult, things became different.

You became so confident that I no longer needed you...that we no longer needed you. You've failed to understand that I so want you to be here every morning, just so I can wish you a "Good Morning" and to kiss you on the cheek. Now all that you've left me with are remnants of the past, nostalgia that I grab hold of in order to console myself. I miss you and how you always were in the kitchen with me...always my guide, my teacher, the one I ran to when I had no idea how to fix something. When I clean, cook, and run errands...I think of you...because you taught me all those things. You taught me self-sufficiency, independence, and how to take care of my family. You taught me to pick the good vegetables from the bad, the recipe to the best portuguese chicken ever, and what it means to run a household. These are all that I'm left with...because you are barely here now. All I have of you is in me...and yet, this emptiness fails to be made whole again.

I miss you and I wish for this new year to be better. It's getting too hard to cry.