crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes

well, my friends drew and ellie holcomb (the musicians) came through town and were officially the first visitors i have had here in alexandria. it was so wonderful to see familiar faces and to be able to visit. joe and i took them to a local pizza joint and then we headed to the uncle earl concert at the birchmere. i have to say... the birchmere is a pretty cool venue. its no ryman but it was very unique and there were no bad seats.

joe, me, ellie and drew at the birchmere.

we took this ourselves so excuse the non-centering and cut-off of drew's face.

uncle earl is an all girl bluegrass band and they are amazing. they all have these separate careers and lives and then they come together and sing their hearts out and have so much fun doing it. they definitely make me happy.

"crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes" was my favorite song they sang. it was written in such an amazing way by not really using any instruments but using mostly hand claps (in the form of one of patty cakes) and some great harmonys. It won the John Lennon's Song of the year award recently. If you ever need a smile on your face... listen to this song... actually, just listen to uncle earl in general.

you tube video of this song... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Exw7QAqP9Q



crayola doesn't make a color for you eyes : kristen andreassen

I went to see the doctor. I’d come down with the blues.
She said “No, I can’t cure you, but I know something you can do.
Take out a piece of paper, and sit down for a while,
and draw a pretty picture of something that makes you smile.”
Well, I know what makes me happy. Didn’t have to think for long.
But when I tried to draw it, it always came out wrong.
I had a box of 12, 48 and 64,
but nowhere could I find that one shade I was looking for.
I guess I realized shoulda come as no surprise

Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes.
There is no way that I could possibly describe you.
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my love.

At first I thought of Green Blue, but then I saw Blue Green.
And then sometimes in bright light, they look Aquamarine.
I think at night they’re darker. I looked again for you.
Saw Grey and Black and went out walkin’ after Midnight Blue
But the hues of the deepest skies would be a compromise...

Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes.
There is no way that I could possibly describe you.
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my love.

Spring Green is much too yellow, Sea Green is far too pale.
Cornflower’s way too mellow, so I’ll try again and fail.
There’s no way I can capture the way you make me feel.
One look from you is rapture, whether Blue or Green or Teal.
No color qualifies. That crayon’s telling lies...

Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes.
There is no way that I could possibly describe you.
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my love.

Hey look, it’s Periwinkle. So sure I got it now.
But you wink and there’s a twinkle in your eye and still, somehow,
I just can’t get that sparkle. Those glitter crayons won’t.
Maybe Glow-In-The-Dark’ll get it right. Aw, no they don’t.
Mr. Crayola tries, but I’m left to fantasize...

Crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes.
There is no way that I could possibly describe you.
Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my love.

For your eyes, something darker let’s see what I can find.
Melted mahogany and got the depth not the shine.
Just about gave up and then I peeled the paper off a little end of…
Really thought it coulda been… ahh, not even Burnt Sienna!
Your passport says they’re brown, but I’m gonna keep lookin’ round…