"EmmyLou" - First Aid Kit

Sorry Jack.. only room for one on this plank.

So. I'm getting married.

I'm excited, slightly terrified and mostly in love. It's kind of frightening to imagine choosing one person to stick with for the rest of your days, all at the young, still idiotic age of 28. I love my future err.. husband (panic), but I've realized it's more of a best-friend, retainer-in, bra-off type of love. Meaning, I can't imagine my life without him but I don't know if I'd take it as far as Rose and Jack did, Ala Titanic.

It seems to me that those capable of "true love" might be a dying breed?  Even nowadays looking at celebrity couples and music stars, there's no real iconic love. Not like Johnny Cash and June, or Sonny and Cher.

First Aid Kit

The more we have now, it seems the less we are willing to give - especially of ourselves. In a world slowly filling with materialism, and consumerism, and all other types of "ism's",  at the end of the day it's hard to keep sight of what actually matters. Our hearts are sacred, kept under lock and key, like vintage china, for fear they might break. And it's kind of sad. That years from now we might only read about "true love" in books like "Gone with the Wind" and hear about it in songs like, "EmmyLou."

First Aid Kit, according to my friends at Wikipedia, are a Swedish folk duo, who gained fame after covering the Fleet Foxes "Tiger Mountain Peasant Song." Although I'd like to pull a Columbus, and pretend I discovered First Aid Kit, "EmmyLou" has already previously made the Rolling Stone "Top 50 of 2012" list.  




Oh the bitter winds are coming in
And I'm already missing the summer
Stockholm's cold but I've been told 
I was born to endure this kind of weather
When it's you I find like a ghost in my mind 
I am defeated and I gladly wear the crown

I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I'm not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

Now so much I know that things just don't grow
If you don't blessed them with your patience
And I've been there before I held up the door
For every stranger with a promise
But I'm holding back, that's the strength that I lack
Every morning keeps returning at my window
And it brings me to you and I won't just pass through
But I'm not asking for a storm

I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June. If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I'm not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

And yes I might have lied to you
You wouldn't benefit from knowing of the truth
I was frightened but I held fast I need you now at long last

I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I'm not asking much of you

Just sing little darling, sing with meI'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I'm not asking much of you

Just sing little darling, sing with meJust sing little darling, sing with me