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[camwyn]

Dear iTunes:

I know I have called you psychic many times of late. I know that you often provide songs appropriate to my mood or topic of conversation. I am often weirded out by this, but I often appreciate it, too.

Please forgive me for wanting to ATTACK YOU WITH A NEODYMIUM MAGNET.

Launching into "My City of Ruins", by Bruce Springsteen, as I am talking to someone about the Red Cross and New Orleans and Katrina counts as provocation in my book.

*sigh*

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There is a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Now the sweet bells of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves,
The boarded up windows,
The empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!

Now's there's tears on the pillow
Darlin' where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins

Now with these hands,
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the faith, Lord
We pray for your love, Lord
We pray for the lost, Lord
We pray for this world, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord

Come on
Come on
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up...

Comments

[dotsomething.livejournal.com]

Whoa, that's just...

I love that song but it's depressing.

My ipod is occasionally psychic, as in, I'll be thinking "hey, haven't heard such-and-such a song in a while" and if it's on shuffle, sometimes it plays it. Freaks me the heck out.