I am not dreaming.
This road is real
and I am real
and youare real.
You lean so smooth against
the air around youbut your hands are shaking
and you look away.
I am not dreaming.
The breeze is ruffling your hair
the way I used to do.
Your jaw is tight and I
can hear crunching gravel.
This road is real and I am
real and you
are real
and you are coming for me.
I am not dreaming.
We are here;
you are back with me.
The sun is just another star,
we're speckled in golden dust.
Fallen leaves,
October leaves,
these skeletons rattling
at your feet --they are real.
And you see me.
Those-those are real,
glass marbles,
the prize pick of a child's game,
circles drawn in bronze skin,
pools of blue marble
seeing me.
I am not dreaming.
Dreams are never this sweet.
Humid summer carries
caramel voices to me.
Your sounds, your laughs, your sighs
and I am not dreaming.
Dreams couldn't be this cruel.
Dreams couldn't torture me with
those eyes.
We are in panhandle desert.
You are real,
I am real,
the wind that whips our clothes
about our skinis real.
I taste dirt in my teeth
and the reverberations of a heart
who hasn't beat in so long.
I am not dreaming.
My hands are shaking too.
Look, mine are shaking too.
Look, look.
These hands ate real, feel them!
I am not dreaming!
I am staring.
I am hardly breathing.
I am clinging to you.
I will not wake this time.
God, leave me here
this time.
God, please leave me be
here.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Grobanites RAVE
No one can sit down to write a review on anything by Josh Groban and not walk away a fan. Awake Live is truly an awakening. It’s a complete masterpiece to be kept and treasured forever. Josh never ceases to impress and raise the bar from previous performances; Awake Live is no exception.
Opening with You Are Loved (Don't Give Up), a favorite of Groban fans since the release of Josh's latest album Awake, this DVD pulses energy all the way from the audience behind the TV screen into your living room. Josh gives his all from start to finish with only a three minute break in the middle.
Through the entire show, weather you were in Salt Lake City or watching from your sofa, extensive and intricate lighting and an intimate stage design brought Hamish Hamilton's creation to a whole new level. This brilliant director of such artists as U2, The Rolling Stones, and The Corrs brought Groban's concert to life with excitement, energy and radiance. Josh Groban: Awake Live is a delight.
Lucia Micarelli and Vanessa Freebaim-Smith bring a new twist to Kashmir and we are also introduced to several new band members: Mark Stephens, Peter Adams and Andre Manga. Angelique Kidjo graces the stage with her incredible talent and, mixed with Josh’s magical voice, they bring together an all new song for the Grobanites titled: Pearls. Pearls was a fantastic collaboration and a perfect addiction to the Groban collection. Of course our old friends Tim, Tariqh and Craig are as stunning as ever. The Salt Lake City orchestra does a fantastic job and all these musicians come together with Josh to create one of the most amazing DVD's to date.
Along with the incredible concert is bonus footage bringing you behind the scenes of Josh’s DVD and tour experiences. For the first time, Grobanites get a glimpse into the life of Josh, his band, and his ADORABLE dog, Sweeny. Josh recalls the lonely aspects of being a solo artist, but also the rewards it has brought to him. Suddenly, (if you were like me and watched the bonus footage before the concert) we understand the longing in Josh’s eyes as he turns to the crowd and sings, “So keep me awake to memorize you. Give us more time to feel this way…” As any stage performer knows, the stage is the safe-place. The stage is home. From Awake Live we can tell that Josh Groban belongs on the stage and we hope that he remains there for many, many days to come.
Opening with You Are Loved (Don't Give Up), a favorite of Groban fans since the release of Josh's latest album Awake, this DVD pulses energy all the way from the audience behind the TV screen into your living room. Josh gives his all from start to finish with only a three minute break in the middle.
Through the entire show, weather you were in Salt Lake City or watching from your sofa, extensive and intricate lighting and an intimate stage design brought Hamish Hamilton's creation to a whole new level. This brilliant director of such artists as U2, The Rolling Stones, and The Corrs brought Groban's concert to life with excitement, energy and radiance. Josh Groban: Awake Live is a delight.
Lucia Micarelli and Vanessa Freebaim-Smith bring a new twist to Kashmir and we are also introduced to several new band members: Mark Stephens, Peter Adams and Andre Manga. Angelique Kidjo graces the stage with her incredible talent and, mixed with Josh’s magical voice, they bring together an all new song for the Grobanites titled: Pearls. Pearls was a fantastic collaboration and a perfect addiction to the Groban collection. Of course our old friends Tim, Tariqh and Craig are as stunning as ever. The Salt Lake City orchestra does a fantastic job and all these musicians come together with Josh to create one of the most amazing DVD's to date.
Along with the incredible concert is bonus footage bringing you behind the scenes of Josh’s DVD and tour experiences. For the first time, Grobanites get a glimpse into the life of Josh, his band, and his ADORABLE dog, Sweeny. Josh recalls the lonely aspects of being a solo artist, but also the rewards it has brought to him. Suddenly, (if you were like me and watched the bonus footage before the concert) we understand the longing in Josh’s eyes as he turns to the crowd and sings, “So keep me awake to memorize you. Give us more time to feel this way…” As any stage performer knows, the stage is the safe-place. The stage is home. From Awake Live we can tell that Josh Groban belongs on the stage and we hope that he remains there for many, many days to come.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Calming breaths soothed our silence.
Starlight illumenated the edges of your smile
and your calloused fingers caressed
the velvet curves of spotted night skies.
Your palms were raised into the black,
stretching out to catch the moonfor me.
And sighs of fresh air were all I could return.
Morning light peered from Earth’s upturned grin;
her horizon gave birth to fresh colors.
The shine in your eyes painted the morning,
you could stop time to show me the dewdrops,
to count the gentle morning laughs
that brought in each new day
for me.
And sighs of fresh air were all I could return.
Moon-touched fingers find a home wrapped in mine,
and gazes that coat the sunrise search me.
How could hands and eyes that caress the heavens,
that make art of every morning
find the space in their spirits,for me?
when all I have is sighs of fresh airin return...
Starlight illumenated the edges of your smile
and your calloused fingers caressed
the velvet curves of spotted night skies.
Your palms were raised into the black,
stretching out to catch the moonfor me.
And sighs of fresh air were all I could return.
Morning light peered from Earth’s upturned grin;
her horizon gave birth to fresh colors.
The shine in your eyes painted the morning,
you could stop time to show me the dewdrops,
to count the gentle morning laughs
that brought in each new day
for me.
And sighs of fresh air were all I could return.
Moon-touched fingers find a home wrapped in mine,
and gazes that coat the sunrise search me.
How could hands and eyes that caress the heavens,
that make art of every morning
find the space in their spirits,for me?
when all I have is sighs of fresh airin return...
Flight
A hundred galaxies are watching me tonight,
my feet are slipping in and out of rhythm,
barely scraping above the asphalt,
tripping with every palpitation,
have to hold on
have to keep on
aching, my fingers press forward,
into the cloud
into the fogged night.
A hearts's possibilities await
just beyond the curtain of black skies.
Stars keep watching
she'll never make it
she'll never be....
Their eyes are on me
and I am climbing
falling from everything below
tumbling upward
into black.
loss of light,
loss of concious clarity
black velvet fingers
catch me by the hand.
Child, why did you leave your feet?
I had to feel just once
what it must be to fly.
my feet are slipping in and out of rhythm,
barely scraping above the asphalt,
tripping with every palpitation,
have to hold on
have to keep on
aching, my fingers press forward,
into the cloud
into the fogged night.
A hearts's possibilities await
just beyond the curtain of black skies.
Stars keep watching
she'll never make it
she'll never be....
Their eyes are on me
and I am climbing
falling from everything below
tumbling upward
into black.
loss of light,
loss of concious clarity
black velvet fingers
catch me by the hand.
Child, why did you leave your feet?
I had to feel just once
what it must be to fly.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Fresh Air (Another Helium Piece)
Calming breaths soothed our silence.
Starlight illuminated the edges of your smile
and your calloused fingers caressed
the velvet curves of spotted night skies.
Your palms were raised into the black,
stretching out to catch the moon
for me.
And sighs of fresh air were all I could return.
Morning light peered from Earth's upturned grin;
her horizon gave birth to fresh colors.
The shine in your eyes painted the morning,
you could stop time to name every dewdrop,
to count the gentle morning laughs
that brought in each new day
for me.
And sighs of fresh air were all I could return.
Moon-touched fingers find a home wrapped in mine,
and gazes that coat the sunrise search me.
How could hands and eyes that caress the heavens,
that make art of every morning
find the space in their spirits,
for me?
when all I have is sighs of fresh air in return...
Starlight illuminated the edges of your smile
and your calloused fingers caressed
the velvet curves of spotted night skies.
Your palms were raised into the black,
stretching out to catch the moon
for me.
And sighs of fresh air were all I could return.
Morning light peered from Earth's upturned grin;
her horizon gave birth to fresh colors.
The shine in your eyes painted the morning,
you could stop time to name every dewdrop,
to count the gentle morning laughs
that brought in each new day
for me.
And sighs of fresh air were all I could return.
Moon-touched fingers find a home wrapped in mine,
and gazes that coat the sunrise search me.
How could hands and eyes that caress the heavens,
that make art of every morning
find the space in their spirits,
for me?
when all I have is sighs of fresh air in return...
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