Slow Unraveling

I try so many times
but it's not taking me
and it seems so long ago
that I used to believe
and I'm so lost inside of my head
and crazy
but I cant get out of it
I'm just stumbling

And I'm juggling all the thoughts in my head
I'm juggling and my fear's on fire
but I'm listening as it evolves in my head
I'm balancing on one fine wire

And I remember the time
my balance was fine and I
was just walking on one fine wire
I remember the time my balance was fine
and I was just walking on one fine wire
but It's frayed at both the ends
and I'm slow unraveling

Life plays so many games
inside of me and I've had some distant cries, following
and their entwined between
the night and sun beams
I wish I were free from this pain in me

And I'm juggling all the thoughts in
my head I'm juggling and my fear's on fire
but I'm listening as it evolves in my head
I'm balancing on one fine wire

And I remember the time my balance was fine
and I was just walking on one fine wire
I remember the time my balance was fine
and I was just walking on one fine wire
but it's frayed at both the ends
and I'm slow unraveling
colbie.caillat.

City Lights

I had the privilege of seeing Sara Bareilles this weekend at the Borgata in A.C. (My usual Blackjack luck ran dry apparently, but that's neither here nor there). Two words--uh.mazing. It was so refreshing to view such pure, unadulterated emotion come to life in such beautiful melodies. Each line of each song was so personal yet relatable at the same time. She definitely gives the kind of performance that you don't soon forget, and I left feeling as though I'd been changed for the better because of her voice. Her recorded music doesn't do justice to the real deal, but her albums are great to listen to when you're inside on a rainy day and feeling a bit nostalgic.



Opening acts were Raining Jane (awesome band of women with talents ranging from powerhouse vocals to rythmic bongo-ing (bongoing is a word, look it up), to a few wicked plays of the sitar), and Marc Roussard, who was cheesetastic to say the least. Definitely had a Maroon 5 vibe, but none of the charisma or oozing sexuality of Adam Levine. I'd sincerely enjoy his voice if I didn't have to watch him throw up the rock and roll hand gesture (which automatically makes you susceptible for ridicule and jest), or attempt to seduce the crowd. The hopeful, never-been-kissed girls in the crowd ate it right up though. Sigh.

YES WE DID!