D A V I D F O R D

I've been a big fan of this brilliant singer song writer David Ford from Eastbourne, United Kingdom.  He's a solo artist similar to Damien Rice but he seems to not get the attention that Damien got.  I love them both because I have the knack for attracting to all things depressing when it comes to music.  I like to feel the artist's heart as he's singing his songs.  I was fortunate to catch one of his show in Mercury Lounge years ago.  Small intimate venues are the best for you to connect with the artist. One of my favorite show.  The greatest artists come from the pure natural talent to play instruments.  Watching him creating magic on stage that one night was enough for me to become a fan for life.  I respect true musical talent which is rare to find these days.  Finally had time to buy his latest albums.  Almost forgot how wonderful this man truly is...

"stand with our eyes to the sun" -David Ford

"stand with our eyes to the sun" -David Ford

A Beautiful Mess

"A Beautiful Mess"
 

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks ‒ they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like we're picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And "kind and courteous" is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
'Cause here, here we are, here we are
Here we are

We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"

Through timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth

And tides ‒ they turn ‒ and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it's nice today. Oh, the wait was so worth it.

Click on Image to play "A Beautiful Mess" by Jason Mraz

Song for Brooklyn...

When life gets crazy and you feel the need to slow down, listen to this song and it will take you to this peaceful place.  A place where you can be alone, breath in the fresh air, take a walk, listen to the birds singing...

"Early in the morning when you fly away

oh, early in the morning when you fly away"​

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