adventures of mascarah.
I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.
Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.
A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.
If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com
Here comes the cold / Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own /You - enter you
Your cheeks a shade of pink / And the rest of you in powder blue
Who knows what will be / But I’ll make you this guarantee
No way November will see our goodbye /When it comes to December it’s obvious why / No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
In the dark, on the phone / You tell me the names of your brothers
And your favorite colors / I’m learning you
And when it snows again / We’ll take a walk outside
And search the sky Like children do
No way November will see our goodbye / When it comes to December it’s obvious why / No one wants to be alone at Christmas time / And come January we’re frozen inside / Making new resolutions a hundred times / February, won’t you be my valentine? / And we’ll both be safe ‘til St. Patrick’s Day
We should take a ride tonight around the town / and look around at all the beautiful houses
something in the way that blue / lights on a black night
can make you feel more / everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be
just like you and me
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time / Come January we’re frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times / February, won’t you be my valentine?
And if our always is all that we gave / And we someday take that away
I’ll be alright if it was just / ‘til St. Patrick’s Day
John Mayer- St Patrick’s Day
This song, a bottle of wine, a fireplace, a friend. I love the holidays.
[How can people write him off as a pop culture asshole? He IS a true musician]
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