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Carrie Underwood – Blown Away

Alfred Lord Tennyson coined the phrase “Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all”. This had to be a general phrase. Applied to love in principle. Certainly this shouldn’t be applied to every case of love in your life. Haven’t we all had a love that we would have been better off not having? Love scorned but lingering. Rearing out of the recesses of your soul where you had hoped to en-cage it. Needing only a song, a moment remembered on a chilly dark night, or any of the other hundreds of things that trigger those feelings pushed down that were never properly resolved. Are we better off with them? Do they make us stronger or do they pull us down even more at our weakest moments? Do those times bring us sweet misery as comforting as our favorite quilt, a mixture of wondrously tempered moments and persistently painful remnants of love’s failure. Do we look back on the good moments and use the bad ones only to learn from? Do we ever actually learn anything of benefit? The only fundamental truth I have learned about love lost is that it’s never really gone. It remains like an unsatisfied spirit. Unwilling or unable to move on. At times it is a benevolent spirit, seldom seen and almost unnoticeable. At other times it’s a raging poltergeist slinging your emotional baggage around unwilling to be ignored. I ask you Mr. Tennyson if that is indeed your real name, is that so much better? I have no &#$*$# clue. I’d like to say I would have been better off without it all but would I be who I am? I don’t mean where I am in life. I mean who I am. I like who I am. I like what life has made of me. Now what I’ve made of my life is a whole different story all together but fortunately that book it is still being written. To finish this love topic I can only say that tainted love makes it easier to dismiss love’s chances.

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But I built it with sand
And I built it with rock
I built it with all of the things that I’m not
And I watch from the hill as it burns to the ground
I can still see the smoke
From my train out of town
Everything I build is breaking down

I close my eyes
Scared of what I saw
Are you man at all?
Been an open book
Been a slamming door
Apple of the Trojan War

Drink a little bit
Dance a little bit
Take a chance and lose it all
I’ll have no remorse no regrets
When I’m hanging from
This seventeenth floor

The tide is high
Never been so low
You got room to grow
Everything I build is breaking down