in which a song connects with a memory it has nothing to do with

so, for some bizarre reason, listening to this song reminds me of the time i used to work at a museum in ashland, oregon - even though i didn't discover the song until years later.

isn't it weird how music can do that? sometimes even tie to unrelated memories until they become synonymous with one another?



ocean stone is a gorgeous song - haunting, lovely and wistful all at the same time. chris o'brien has a knack for meaningful lyrics that stick with you long after the song ends, particularly the chorus in this one. i love the imagery - "i am smoothing like an ocean stone."


don't we all feel that way at times?

when my baby comes home
she’s got roses in her hair
and the weight
of the world
in her hands

her fingers they are light
over ivory so white
it’s the music
sets her soul to dance

so i will play my drum so hard
i will open up the sky
and let heaven on down to her
i'm breaking like the waves
i’m dragging like the days
i am smoothing
like an ocean stone

my baby is an angel
just lying in my bed
i’m watching her sleeping there
her shoulders rise and fall
the world, it seems small
the notes flow through
her hair

when this world has left me
jaded and confused
i’ve been burnt and i’ve been bruised
my love speaks softly to me
love is holding on
to that little piece of truth