An iTunes Shuffle Oracle
For lo, it is five o'clock in the afternoon and I have not yet begun to launder.

How does the world see me?

The Sundays, She

She’s all weak and her heart beats so
She can’t speak with the lights so low

Just to be one of a crowd
Feet scuttling across the floor
Spinning lights round and round
It’s adolescent war

She craves noise and the music blares
Girl calls to a boy (and my heart is true, oh to you)
He just stands and stares

Just to be one of a crowd
Feet scuttling across the floor
Spinning lights round and round
And it’s adolescent war
Shoes grind kick like crazy
And arms tangling up with hair
Shaking them up and down again
And hearts pounding everywhere

She slows down
Has the music gone
Or has she stayed too long?

Will I have a happy life?

Asia, Only Time Will Tell

I have Asia on my iTunes!?

What do my friends really think of me?

Van Morrison, Crazy Love

She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief

What do people secretly think of me?

Dave Matthews Band, Mother Father

Mother, father please explain to me
How it could be so this world has come to be
A precious balance in between
Such cruelty and such kindness please

How can I be happy?

Angie Stone, Easier Said Than Done

The Oracle isn't dishing out any future-visions this evening.

What should I do with my life?

Van Morrison, Cypress Avenue

I think I'll go on by the river with my cherry cherry wine
I believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry cherry wine
If I pass the rumbling station where the lonesome engine drivers pine
...
The avenue of trees
Keep walking down
In the wind and the rain, darling
You keep walking down when the sun shone through the trees
Nobody, no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving you baby

Will do.

What is some good advice for me?

Ani Difranco, Anticipate

i hold my cards up
close to my chest
i say what i have to
and i hold back the rest

'cause someone you don't know
is someone you don't know
get a firm grip, girl
before you let go
for every hand extended
another lies in wait
keep your eye on that one
anticipate

How will I be remembered?

Dave Matthews Band, Digging a Ditch

Unto your dreaming
When you’re alone
Unplug the tv
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I’m digging a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I’m old
Digging a ditch where stories told
Where all these troubles
That weigh down on me will rise

What is my signature dancing song?

Sarah McLaughlan, Building a Mystery

You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam

and then I head off to Haven.

What do I think my current theme song is?

Kings of Convenience, I Don't Know What I Can Save You From

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.

I can only hope.

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?

Macy Gray, My Nutmeg Phantasy

picture if I was understanding
and you were less demanding
and the only time we scream and shout
is when we're making love babe
on top of cloud 8
believe in love and it will come down

What song should play at my funeral?

Train, Mississippi

They call her mississippi
But she don’t flow to me
Spends her light on the bayou
But she don’t come to see
She’s the one that makes my dreams
They call her mississippi
But she don’t flow to me

The shape of her horizon
Makes the morning sun
When she puts her eyes on
Each and anyone
She’s the one that makes me fall
Midnight moon shines through it all

She’s the one that makes me fall
Midnight moon shines through it all
She’s the one that makes my dreams
They call her mississippi
But she don’t flow to me
They call her mississippi
But she don’t flow to me

Didn't know I had this song. Still, I like midnight moonlight, and this is nice late-night kitchen floor downtempo.

What type of men/women do I like?

Charles Aznavour, Et Pourtant

Yeah.

Un beau matin, je sais que je m'éveillerai,
Différemment de tous les autres jours,
Et mon coeur délivré enfin de notre amour
Et pourtant.. Et pourtant..

Sans un remords, sans un regret, je partirai
Loin devant moi, sans espoir de retour
Loin des yeux, loin du coeur,
J'oublierai pour toujours
Et ton corps, et tes bras, et ta voix,
Mon amour

Et pourtant..
Pourtant, je n'aime que toi
Et pourtant..
Pourtant, je n'aime que toi
Et pourtant..
Pourtant, je n'aime que toi
Et pourtant..

J'arracherai, sans une larme, sans un cri
Les liens secrets qui déchirent ma peau
Me libérant de toi pour trouver le repos
Et pourtant.. Et pourtant..

Je marcherais vers d'autres cieux, d'autres pays
En oubliant ta cruelle froideur
Les mains pleines d'amour,
J'offrirai au bonheur
Et les jours, et les nuits, et la vie
De mon coeur

Et pourtant..
Pourtant, je n'aime que toi
Et pourtant..
Pourtant, je n'aime que toi
Et pourtant..
Pourtant, je n'aime que toi
Et pourtant..

Il faudra bien que je retrouve ma raison
Mon insouciance, et mes élans de joie
Que je parte à jamais pour échapper à toi
Et pourtant.. Et pourtant..

Dans d'autres bras, quand j'oublierai jusqu'à ton nom
Quand je pourrai repenser l'avenir
Tu (ne) deviendras pour moi
Qu'un lointain souvenir
Quand mon mal, et ma peur et mes pleurs
Vont finir

Et pourtant..
Pourtant, je n'aime que toi
Et pourtant..

What is my day going to be like?

Ofra Haza, Yerushalayim Shel Zahav

Avir harim tsalul k'yayin
Vereiyach oranim
Nissah beru'ach ha'arbayim
Im kol pa'amonim.

(The mountain air is clear as water
The scent of pines around
Is carried on the breeze of twilight,
And tinkling bells resound.)

I can handle that.

(a reminder)

To make a prairie it takes clover
and one bee, —
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

-- Emily Dickinson

The Rain

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.

-- Robert Creeley

Six at the Beginning Again

means:
Hold to him in truth and loyalty;
This is without blame.
Truth, like a full earthen bowl:
Thus in the end
Good fortune comes from without.

-– I Ching

Love was, I thought, a fire
you set, or failed to set.
Those cold nomadic years,
scouring sand beneath
my feet, I hunted the earthen
bowl, fragile and lovely,

watching Ezekiel's wheel
turn the sky awake. But I
was wrong to think love was
fortune sprung from within,
deservingness stored up so
God could see. It was luck,

all of us fortune-cursed or bit
or blessed. One morning I woke
with the bowl in my hands,
this lover come from where?
Hold to him in truth and
loyalty. This is without blame.

-- Deborah Bogen