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Location: Home.
Listening: "End Of The Innocence" by Don Henley.

While visiting another journal this afternoon, I stumbled upon a survey, apparently gleaned from yet another journal on LiveJournal, that intrigued me. I spent some time thinking carefully on each of the answers and present them now for amusement:

Songs That Remind You Of...

...Happiness: Faithfully Dangerous, Over The Rhine.

Maybe we're best, close to the ground,
Maybe angels drag us down.
I wonder which part of this will leave a scar.
Dip your hands in colors,
While the young night flutters in on you.
Fingerpaint me pictures of all you see.
No matter what they say, you'll always be
Faithfully dangerous, lost and lovely,
So beautiful to me.

...Childhood: End Of The Innocence, Don Henley.

Who knows how long this will last,
Now we've come so far, so fast.
But somewhere back there in the dust,
That same small town in each of us.
I need to remember this,
So baby give me just one kiss.
And let me take a long last look,
Before we say goodbye.

...Sex: Son Of A Preacher Man, Dusty Springfield.

Being good isn't always easy,
No matter how hard I'd try.
When he started sweet-talkin' to me,
He'd come and tell me everything is all right.
He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right.
And can we get away again tonight?

...Jealousy: Similar Features, Melissa Etheridge.

Was it want with no desire?
Was it smoke with no fire?
Did I say it doesn't rip me apart?
I lied.
I'm sorry dear,
My hands are tied.

...Loneliness: Hey Jupiter (Dakota), Tori Amos.

Hey Jupiter, nothing's been the same.
So are you gay?
Are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend to run to.
And I thought you'd see, with me,
You wouldn't have to be something new.

...Melancholy: Song To The Siren, This Mortal Coil.

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning,
Broken lovelorn on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not,
Touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart,
Shies from the sorrow.

...Los Angeles: I Love L.A., Randy Newman.

From the South Bay to the Valley,
From the West Side to the East Side,
Everybody's very happy.
'Cause the sun is shining all the time.
Yeah, looks like another perfect day.
I love L.A. (We love it!).

...Anger: Sugar, Tori Amos.

Tell me what you think they'll do
When they find you out.
When they find you got a little in here,
Tell me what you think they'll do.
When they find you out,
Find you out.
Find out you're just a pussy,
My sweet boy,
My sugar.

...Righteousness: Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee, cover, Indigo Girls.

We had the Gold Rush Wars,
Why didn’t we learn to crawl?
And still our history gets written
In a liar’s scrawl.
They tell me “Honey,
You can still be an Indian down at the ‘Y’ on Saturday nights.”
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

...Fear: Mercy Street, Peter Gabriel.

Pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth,
Tugging at the darkness, word upon word.
Confessing all the secret things
In the warm velvet box.
To the priest, he's the doctor,
He can handle the shocks.

...Hope: Amazing Grace, Traditional Hymn.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

...Breaking up: Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning, Cowboy Junkies.

Funny, I'd never noticed
The sound the streetcars make
As they pass my window,
Which reminds me,
That I forgot to close the blind again.
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you.
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me.
But there are some things that can never be forgiven,
And I just gotta tell you.
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed.

...Reminiscing: Into The Mystic, Van Morrison.

And when that fog horn blows,
I will be coming home.
And when that fog horn blows,
I want to hear it.
I don't have to fear it.
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old.
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic.

...Falling In Love: Notebook, Innocence Mission.

I'll write in my notebook,
With feelings that takes me by surprise.
And thoughts that I don't know I have.
They're hidden by useless facts
That I've compiled at the office where I work,
Where there is no time for feeling anything.
You see, I just work there,
To finance my real life
That begins with scribbles on pages,
And thoughts of "how" and "when".

...Heart Break: Romeo & Juliet, cover, Indigo Girls.

But I can't do the talk,
Like they talk on my TV screen.
I can't do a love song,
Not the way you sung it to me.
I can't do everything,
but I would do anything for you.
Ah no, I can't do anything
Except be in love with you, yeah now
All I do is miss you,
And the way it used to be, you know
And all I do is keep the beat,
I keep bad, bad company.
And all I do is kiss you,
Through the bars of this rhyme,
When Julie, I'd do the stars with you
Anytime.

...And The Song I Would Like To Be Buried To:
Down To The River To Pray, Alison Krauss.

As I went down in the river to pray,
Studying about that good old way.
And who shall wear the robe and crown,
Good Lord, show me the way.
Oh mothers let's go down,
Let's go down, don't you want to go down?
Come on mothers let's go down,
Down in the river to pray.

Considering that I want to have my ashes scattered in the Mississippi River, the last seemed especially appropriate.