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...Open up your eyes You can see the flames of your wasted life You should be ashamed You don't want to waste your life I walk along these hillsides In the summer 'neath the sunshine I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me Change, change, change... -counting crows, august and everything after

Been inspired by music lately. It's been a while. Really. I drive with the radio turned off. Silence. I thought it was because I was letting myself think. Maybe it's just that I haven't been struck lately with anything to listen to. I leave the music and all it's names and dates and lyrics to my husband, who miraculously knows everything about it. He could tell you when a specific song was played and how it fits into the musical fabric of history. Me? Nah. I can barely remember my favorite song's name. So imagine my surprise when I find myself inspired by it again.

My favorite counting crows song: Murder of One (I looked it up). And was listening and inspired to do something about it. Free. no client. just me. looks like crap really. and I'm damn proud of it.

(kinda fits with everything I've been examining lately. change...change....change.....)