Welcome to your fountain of youth. Not too proud for immaturity over here. Life's a journey, not a destination. So follow by example and follow mine. And OCCUPY THIS.
Met this fabulous lady at my new fav store: Religion in Soho. Check it out. And check out her amazing artwork. She's an artist from France (not Mars people, puh-lease). Her scarf rocks too. Whole package going on. She loves NYC. I love Paris (and happen to be going there sometime in the next few months FYI). Good ole fashioned LOVEFEST! So get your France on in style, with Josephine de Saint Seine. Syling with the best of 'em. Right here:
Apparently it is back in style to post Baby on Board stickers on your car. Remember those? Like, oh, well in THAT case,
I won't drive like a homicidal maniac around your VAN, because there's a baby in there. Right. And if you believe THAT ONE, I got a car to sell you outside. Complete with baby on board.
I am now officially Mexican. Learned a lot about the Mexican and Spanish culture. Like a bunch of curse words in Spanish. Did you know, that "Me cago en tu madre" is "I shit on your mother"? Or that "No mames" means "Don't suck". Learn something new every day. Like how much of my tax refund I can spend in one day, with one person in Soho....apparently, a LOT, FYI.
So get your Latin American on, and shake it up with this little ditty. Salsa dancing anyone??
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come (TO LONDON)to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
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Can I buy ALL of these? Only takes money. Shaking my money maker, currently....
Shopping in Soho with Mexican surprise begs question: how many shoes DOES ONE NEED? Infinite number? Potentially....
So go on YOUR OWN shopping spree...strike a pose and get some new shoes. Yours are looking pretty rank...just saying.
And do it in style....Paulo Nutini Style...
I get by with a little help from my friends. Do you? You should too. Do it here in style....
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
