well. no doubt that Story of the Year rocks hard. I haven't been to that hardcore of a concert in a while.

It did make me realize that I am either not in the place in life, or am too old, or don't have enough angst to go diving into a mosh pit and thrash around. so...I don't think that is really a bad thing, but I just don't have that desire anymore.

I wish you places
That sit so still
Where people never ever change
and Never ever will
I wish I could hold you
And make you understand
I wish I could be there
But I can't

I call for the witness, present the facts right down to the little things
They say the heart is resilient, in black and white you swore there'd be no strings

She's here...

The burn in your nose as the air bites with every breath

Rolling hills ablaze with the fire of a million leaves

My lips, now a chimney

The boyish fascination with producing smoke

Today I am Bogart, dragging deep and suavely letting out

Tomorrow, Smaug the Magnificent, defending my glimmering territory

A second guess with the first step out the door

A cold rush demands another layer

All signs point to autumn

...And the Battle Begun

Am I crazy because I want to touch your skin?
Is it ludicrous that I've got nothing to believe in that was built by
human hands or controlled by demand?
So, if love is true, let's burn the factory, take off your shoes it's
time for dancin'

Are we going nowhere?
We need disaster to love until we're blinded
Indeed we are caught

What if we get free?

well I'm the last one standing, so this must be my fault
And I'm curled up on the sofa, frozen with regret
It's true a man's accident is another man's assault
But I haven't figured out which one this is yet


and this is you and me and me and you until there's nothing left

You're #1!!!

As if going grocery shopping by yourself, for yourself, isn't depressing enough, what with the knowing looks as you pick out only three bananas or the half gallon of milk or the pint of Ben and Jerry's....and then to top it off, One comes on the loud speaker.  And no.  I don't mean U2's One, no matter who has covered it.  I mean Harry Nilsson's One.  Yeah.  That one.  The one that goes:

Its just no good anymore since you went away

now I spend my time just making up rhymes of yesterday

one is the loneliest number

one is the loneliest number

one is the loneliest number

since you went away

I don't know why, but I imagined it being sung by this bunny... kinda sad

Home will be waiting

there are few things pure in this world anymore

and home is one of the few

I've been away, but I'm back today

and there aint no place I'd rather go

I feel home when I see the faces that remember my own.

we've got nothing to do, but when i look at you,

I see someone I know and I love

And just the crack of your smile will make me stay for a while

For my home, there is nothing above

Then my daddy turned his face up towards the sky

And I knew that there was nothing to loose

I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes 

And we disappeared into the groove

If I'd say "Go your own way, I'll be with you."

make mistakes and I'll forgive you

home is waiting here for you when you return.

And I'm holding up because I figure that I just make it.

And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping

I used to think that i could just sleep and then I'd dream

And everything it would come to me

Until I woke one day without anything to eat

Lying on the opposite side of the street

No jumping, conclusions,

I don't think there's no solution,

Let's get, backwards,

And forget our restless destination.

Let's live in this moment just this time, could we?

Anything to avoid clockwatching.

home is where the heart is because so much of what we know about love was learned at home.  and this is why we look for that feeling of home in the love we seek... wanting to come back home doesn't always refer to location...

What did I say the other day? Hasn't been a good kicker since Chip Lohmiller. It is sad but true...

Melvin Udall: Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City "Sailor wanna hump-hump" bar, or is it getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.

Follow the clues...

This is a party without the people

This is a show without the sounds

this is a dance without the steps 

Now I gave you the clues, 

so find what I've found

Daniel Belen

Communications Assistant & Webmaster

Williamsburg Community Chapel

(757) 941-1563

lesson of the night: when your prescription bottles say this, you should believe them...