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now playing: kite
artist: patty griffin
about: patty griffin is one of my favorite artists. lyrically, she tends to be a storyteller, with image-rich songs about people in often difficult situations. maybe the stories are metaphors or maybe they are just stories. either way, they are vivid pictures of life. musically, patty always takes my breath away. her voice is emotive, real and earthy while at the same time soaring and passionate. she will whisper and shout all in song, all in angelic beauty.
this song is not my favorite patty griffin song (that would be mary), but it is what just came across my ipod, and as a song of optimism and hope, i would want to dedicate it today to my old tuesday night buddy. i'm praying for you.
kite
The Sunday after there was laughter in the air

Everybody had a kite

They were flying everywhere

And all the trouble went away

And it wasn't just a dream

All the trouble went away

And it wasn't just a dream


In the middle of the night

We try and try with all our mights

To light a little light down here

In the middle of the night

We dream of a million kites

Flying high abovethe sadness and the fear

Little sister just remember

as you wander through the blue

The little kite that you sent flying

on a sunny afternoon

Made of something light as nothing

Made of joy that matters too

How the little dreams we dream

Are all we can really do


In the middle of the night

The world turns with all of it's might

A little diamond colored blue

In the middle of the night

We keep sending little kites

Until a little light gets through

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