An hour well spent

I had a chance to listen to WOXY.com most of the day today, usually I have Rhapsody on and don't get a chance to tune in. Their playlist is wide and deep, and I picked one of the hours that I listened today and created a playlist. Winners, all of them.

WOXY.com

* "Kiss Ya Lips" - Ian Brown
* "Best Bit" - Beth Orton
* "Playgirl" - Ladytron
* "Dreaming Of You" - The Coral
* "I Predict A Riot" - Kaiser Chiefs
* "Monkey " - Low
* "Black Path" - Aereogramme
* "Then" - The Charlatans U.K.
* "Pearls Girl" - Underworld
* "Like Eating Glass" - Bloc Party
* "Chocolate" - Snow Patrol
* "Doledrum" - The La's
* "The Engine Driver" - The Decemberists
* "Ain't No Sunshine" - Mark Eitzel
* "Never Ever" - Shout Out Louds

If you've never heard Bruce Cockburn's song "Isn't That What Friends Are For?" I would suggest that you find a quiet place, or some headphones, and take a listen. I saw him in concert about five years ago and after this song, everyone around me (myself included) just couldn't hold back the tears anymore. If you've ever felt loved, or loved someone, so much that it hurt, you need to hear this song.


Isn't That What Friends Are For?

Heavy northern autumn sky
Mist-hung forest -- Dark spruce, bright maple --
And the great lake rolling forever to the narrow gray beach

I look west along the red road of the frail sun
Where it hovers between shelf of cloud and spiky trees,
Receding shore;

The world is full of seasons; of anguish, of laughter
And it comes to mind to write you this:

Nothing is sure
Nothing is pure
And no matter who we think we are
Everyone gets his chance to be nothing

Love's supposed to heal, but it breaks my heart to feel
The pain in your voice --
But you know, it's all going somewhere
And I would crush my heart and throw it in the street
If I could pay for your choice

Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?

We're the insect life of paradise:
Crawl across leaf or among towering blades of grass
Glimpse only sometimes the amazing breadth of heaven

You're as loved as you were
Before the strangeness swept through
Our bodies, our houses, our streets --
When we could speak without codes
And light swirled around like
Wind-blown petals,
Our feet

I've been scraping little shavings off my ration of light
And I've formed it into a ball, and each time I pack a bit more onto it
I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from its secret cache
Under a loose board in the floor
And I blow across it and I send it to you
Against those moments when
The darkness blows under your door

Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?