Song of the Day

Chances Are ~ Five for Fighting

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Chances are when said and done
Who'll be the lucky ones
Who make it all the way?
Though you say I could be your answer
Nothing lasts forever
No matter how it feels today

Chances are we´ll find a new equation
Chances roll away from me
Chances are all they hope to be

Don't get me wrong I'd never say never
Cause though love can change the weather
No act of God can pull me away from you

I´m just a realistic man
A bottle filled with shells and sand
Afraid to love beyond what I can lose when it comes to you
And though I see us through yeah

Chances are we´ll find two destinations
Chances roll away from me
Still chances are more than expectations
The possibilities
Over me
Eight to five, two to one
Lay your money on the sun
until you crash what have you done?
Is there a better bet than love?
What you are is what you breathe
You gotta cry before you sing

Chances chances

Chances lost are hopes torn up pages
Maybe this time
Chances are we´ll be the combination
Chances come and carry me
Chances are waiting to be taken
And I can see
Chances are the fascination
Chances won't escape from me
Chances are only what we make them
And all I need



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Horror Story

As you all know, Shannon and I had planned to write a horror story together. Since we are no longer friends I will be taking over my own story. After Scent of Desperation is finished I will immediately start on the horror story. You should be aware that Scent of Desperation will take a while since I want to make it an actual story, so don't expect something chilling anytime soon (:


Peace, love, and ninjas

~Emily

Song of the Day

Bottoms Up ~ Trey Songz ft. Nicki Minaj


Yeah
Oh oh it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Oh oh it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl oh oh
Let's go


Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)


You know what it is girl, we back up in this thang
Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walkin' bank
Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha thank
If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' a** ***** you can move to the move to the move to the side


Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)



My vision's blurred, my words slurred
Its jam packed, a million girls
And I ain't tryin to lead em
We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin a** ***** you can move to the move to the move to the side



Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)



*i don't want to write all of Nicki's part lol*


Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)

Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up



i love that song ;)

Today we learned

about bullying. I forgot what I was standing up for...this inspired me so much. It made me see things so much differently! There are people out there who always have it worse than us and we may not realize it...but they do. we can do something to stop it. I'll have more on the subject later (:

Song of the Day!

Okay, it's amazing :D This song, it's by B.o.B and it's called Magic. ♥♥♥


I got the magic in me
Every time I touch that track it turns into gold
Everybody knows I’ve got the magic in me
When I hit the flow the girls come snappin’ at me
Now everybody wants some presto magic

Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me!


These tricks that I’ll attempt will blow your mind
Pick a verse, any verse, I’ll hypnotize you with every line
I’ll need a volunteer, how about you, with the eyes?
Come on down to the front, and stand right here and don’t be shy
I’ll have you time-travellin’, have your mind babblin’
People tryna inherit the skill so they askin’ me
Even David Blaine had to go and take some classes, and
I see Mindfreak like, “What’s up man, what’s happenin’? ”
So come one, come all, and see the show tonight
Prepare to be astounded, no Ghost or Poltergeist
You know I’m no Pinocchio, I’ve never told a lie
So call me Mr. Magic Man, I float on Cloud 9

I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
Every time I touch that track it turns into gold (Yes it turns to gold)
Everybody knows I’ve got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
When I hit the flow the girls come snappin’ at me (They be snappin’ baby)
Now everybody wants some presto magic


Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me!

Well take a journey into my mind
You’ll see why it’s venom I rhyme
Stay on the road, so I call my mama when I got time
I hit the stage, go insane, then jump into that crowd
See, see, when I rhyme I flow on the beat like pidda-dow-dow
See I deceive you with my intergalactic ether
I sing just like Aretha, so respect me like I’m Caesar
I kick it like Adidas, flowin’ sticky like adhesive
Be cautious, ’cause what I be on’ll leave you with amnesia
I break all the rules like Evel Knievel
It’s a spectacular show, ’cause my heart pumps diesel
So whatever you saying, it don’t entertain my ego
I do this everyday, Hocus Pocus is my steelo

I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
Every time I touch that track it turns into gold (Yes it turns to gold)
Everybody knows I’ve got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
When I hit the flow the girls come snappin’ at me (They be snappin’ baby)
Now everybody wants some presto magic

Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me!


You can listen to this song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFyFDSJsxTM

Amazing

There is nothing to describe this article. No word except miraculous, amazing, magical. TWLOHA (To Write Love on Her Arms) is the name. I can't really describe how much I love this, to know that miracles can happen (: I will try my best to make people happy, I didn't realize how amazing I had it until this article. Read the introduction *and* article here: http://www.twloha.com/vision/

To Write Love On Her Arms
Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."

I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.

Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.

She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.

The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.

She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.

I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes

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Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show.

She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies.

On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope.

Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired.

After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff.

She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life.

As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."

I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly.

We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.

We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.

I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.



Isn't it amazing? I pledge to help the broken and the torn, to tell them the truth, to give them hope. To write love on their arms. Will you?


~Emily

Song of the Day (:

This is one of my favorite songs everr, it just cheers me up and it's something to dance to everyday. It's one of those songs I will never get tired of ;) The Song of the Day is The Opposite of Adults by Chiddy Bang ;)



And yo I once was a kid all I had was a dream
mo' money no problems, when I get it imma pile it up
Yeah I'm dope wonderbread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
I once was a kid with the other little kids
Now I'm whippin' up shows and 'em fans goin' wild wid us
Tell mummy I'm sorry
This life is a party

Remember you was a kid
Reminisce days of the innocence
Now it's Chiddy Bang, google me in the images
Follow me, follow me I'm the leader
And when I park cars I don't pay for the meter
I remember I was younger as a kid it was the best
I used touch on all the pretty girls at recess
I'm at my peak yes, I won't leave yet
Serial style, cereal aisle need Chex
I can make these rappers run like a hard drill
Rock band show you how the guitar feel
And I could care less how y'all feel
I got the flow to make a b**** do a cartwheel
This is that good just pop it and relax bro
And you can get it free don't worry 'bout the tax though
And Xaphoone, thank you for the fuck
But I play a Ron Bergundy I anchor on the track like that

And yo I once was a kid all I had was a dream
mo' money no problems, when I get it imma pile it up
Yeah I'm dope wonderbread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
I once was a kid with the other little kids
Now I'm whippin' up shows and 'em fans goin' wild wid us
Tell mummy I'm sorry
This life is a party
I'm never growing up

Can I please get a little bit of knowledge
Somebody tell Roth that I don't love college
'Cause the real world's kinda like Real World
And it's drama so you are Svetlana and I'm just a rhymer
Swimmin' in the water tryin' to dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas
Pretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot
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Where you at pretty lady show me what you got
They say why you rappin' for the kids for
I said my clothes come fitted, the Lids store
This summer you can catch me on a big tour
I'm high grade, I think they need to quiz more
Let me get wit ya, don't let the kid hit ya
I'm the photo album Valletta has, big picture
The rule is, the dude is, so up, so chuck I'm a cool kid

And yo I once was a kid all I had was a dream
mo' money no problems, when I get it imma pile it up
Yeah I'm dope wonderbread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
I once was a kid with the other little kids
Now I'm whippin' up shows and 'em fans goin' wild wid us
Tell mummy I'm sorry
This life is a party
I'm never growing up

And yo I once was a kid all I had was a dream
mo' money no problems, when I get it imma pile it up
Yeah I'm dope wonderbread we can toast
So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
I once was a kid with the other little kids
Now I'm whippin' up shows and 'em fans goin' wild wid us
Tell mummy I'm sorry
This life is a party
I'm never growing up

I got the lyrics from an online lyric site so I don't think they're right but listen to the song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJsd-V9lsJM It's more Hip Hop but I am absolutely in love with it :)

Love Like Crazy by Lee Brice (SOD)

They called him crazy when they started out
Said seventeen's too young to know what loves about
They've been together fifty-eight years now
That’s crazy

He brought home sixty-seven bucks a week
He bought a little 2 bedroom house on Maple Street
Where she blessed him with six more mouths to feed
Yeah that’s crazy

Just ask him how he did it; he'll say pull up a seat
It'll only take a minute, to tell you everything
Be your best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense
Never let your prayin' knees get lazy
And love like crazy

They called him crazy when he quit his job
Said them home computers, boy they'll never take off
He sold his one man shop to Microsoft
They paid like crazy

Just ask him how he made it
He'll tell you faith and sweat
And the heart of a faithful woman,
Who never let him forget

Be your best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense
Never let your prayin knees get lazy
And love like crazy

Always treat your woman like a lady
Never get too old to call her baby
Never let your prayin knees get lazy
And love like crazy

They called him crazy when they started out
They've been together fifty-eight years now

Ain't that crazy?

Song of the Day

Sara Beth ~ Rascal Flatts








SaraBeth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well
Since the day that she fell
And the bruise it just wont go away

So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
And flips through an old magazine
'Til the nurse with a smile stands at the door
And says "Will you please come with me?"

SaraBeth is scared to death
Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white
Something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you

Six chances in ten it wont come back again
But with the therapy we're gonna try
It's just been approved it's the strongest there is
But I think we caught it in time
SaraBeth closes her eyes

And she dreams she's dancin' around and around
Without any cares
And her very first love
Is holding her close
And the soft wind is blowing her hair

SaraBeth is scared to death
as she sits holding her mom
cause It would be a mistake
For someone to take
A girl with no hair to the prom

For just this morning right there on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise
Yet She cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
SaraBeth closes her eyes

And she dreams she's dancin' around and around
With out any cares
And her very first love
Was holding her close
And the soft wind was blowing her hair

It's quarter to seven
that boy's at the door
Her daddy ushers him in
And when he takes off his cap they all start to cry
Cause this morning where his hair had been
Softly she touches just skin

They go dancin' around and around
Without any cares
And her very first true love
Is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared
Ohhhhhh.

Song Of The Day, Picture

3OH!3 is amazing. There's your clue. The song is 3OH!3 ~ R.I.P.






This town used to be a pretty place to stay
A place to stop up on the highway
But all of those things changed on a day
You packed up your bags
And you ran away

All they say it's how you've changed
Everyday I stay the same
So you can keep the necklace that I gave to you
I'll keep the sh*tty tattoos

I can see it from the other side
The grass is in a way thats green
The house is burned to ashes
I'm no longer in between
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
You and me

I can see it from the other side
The grass is in a way thats green
The house is burned to ashes
I'm no longer in between
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
You and me

I count the empty bottles upon the bar
But I give up I can't count that far
The lights in this place are too dim to see
They're kickin' me out
It's a quarter past three

They tell me you're all I got
I just need these dreams to stop
You can keep the necklace that I gave to you
I'll keep the sh*tty tattoos

I can see it from the other side
The grass is in a way thats green
The house is burned to ashes
I'm no longer in between
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
You and me

I can see it from the other side
The grass is in a way thats green
The house is burned to ashes
I'm no longer in between
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
You and me

In the back of the car
On the way to your home
In a pouring rain
On a side of the road
In the light of the street
In the recline of the seat
You told me I should move on

In the back of the car
On the way to your home
In a pouring rain
On a side of the road
In the light of the street
In the recline of the seat
You told me I should move on

I can see it from the other side
The grass is in a way thats green
The house is burned to ashes
I'm no longer in between
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
You and me

I can see it from the other side
The grass is in a way thats green
The house is burned to ashes
I'm no longer in between
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
You and me


This song makes me teary.