If I die, If I die
It’s cause I’m building up a fear of ten goodbyes, and
When we try, when we try
The backburner burns down to my thighs
Music is truly the soundtrack to our lives.
All of a sudden the beats become a place, an era, an emotion. A memory of who was around you, who you were, and as you recall the lyrics you recall yourself.
And the most beautiful part is how it awakens your heart, and a past, or a part of you, that is soul felt and full and long ago.
To think that at one time, when you first listened to this song, you were in a different place, and in a different period. With a different person.
It’s a rhythmic remembrance of a life once lived. Or loved.“He said let’s get out of this town
Drive out of the city
Away from the crowds
I thought heaven can’t help me now
Nothing lasts forever ~
Say you’ll remember me…”
“Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love’s supposed to be”
“And sometimes I don’t got a filter
But I’m so tired of eatin’ all of my misspoken words
I know my disposition gets confusing
My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state…”
🎧 Rise and shine, make you wanna say
Dear God, let me thank you for another day…
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day~
❤️❤️
The Wine Dialogue
from the film, Sideways
MAYA
Why are you so into Pinot? It’s like a thing with you.
Miles laughs at first, then smiles wistfully at the question. He searches for the answer in his glass and begins slowly.
MILES
I don’t know. It’s a hard grape to grow. As you know. It’s thin-skinned, temperamental, ripens early. It’s not a survivor like Cabernet that can grow anywhere and thrive even when neglected. Pinot needs constant care and attention and in fact can only grow in specific little tucked-away corners of the world. And only the most patient and nurturing growers can do it really, can tap into Pinot’s most fragile, delicate qualities. Only when someone has taken the time to truly understand its potential can Pinot be coaxed into its fullest expression. And when that happens, its flavors are the most haunting and brilliant and subtle and thrilling and ancient on the planet.
Maya has found this answer revealing and moving.
MILES
I mean, Cabernets can be powerful and exalting, but they seem prosaic to me for some reason. By comparison. How about you?
MAYA
What about me?
MILES
I don’t know. Why are you into wine?
MAYA
I suppose I got really into wine originally through my ex-husband. He had a big, kind of show-off cellar. But then I found out that I have a really sharp palate, and the more I drank, the more I liked what it made me think about.
MILES
Yeah? Like what?
MAYA
Like what a fraud he was.
Miles laughs.
MAYA
No, but I do like to think about the life of wine, how it’s a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing, how the sun was shining that summer or if it rained…what the weather was like. I think about all those people who tended and picked the grapes, and if it’s an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I love how wine continues to evolve, how every time I open a bottle it’s going to taste different than if I had opened it on any other day. Because a bottle of wine is actually alive—it’s constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks—like your ’61—and begins its steady, inevitable decline. And it tastes so fucking good.