I've decided to focus most of my energy on my art website, so from now on I'll be updating it rather than this little blog. Abbey Road, then Observations, started when I was a wee lass of 17 years old, has been a sweet reminder for me of my youth and my journey into adulthood (and beyond!).

Please visit me at www.meiskastarner.com

I might be too happy.

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No such thing.

I AM AN ARTIST.

These stars wash over me so far away that I can barely breathe from where I lay.
And never have I been so far from home or the years I was cut from sand and rain.
I'm calling through the ebb and flow.
I'm calling whichever way it goes.

Desert rock and rosemary carry dry and bloodless on the breeze, make me new.
Blow into my face again, blow between the bones that shake and knock me through and through.
I've been away so long I lost you, my love, my song and sight.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.


My heart longs for too much and mine eyes have hardly seen enough to know its need.
And never does it stop or slow.
I press my ear against the ground to know the song it sings.
I'm calling, fear running through.
I'm calling.
What more can I do?
Tell me, what more can I do?
I've been away so long I lost you, my love, my song and sight.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.


Blind Pilot Keep You Right