The Friday Playlist - like the weather

This is Texas and just yesterday I was wearing shorts. But today it is chilly and overcast and yuck. Jacket weather. These late winter/early spring months I never know if I’m gonna need sunscreen or a hoodie.
My mood is just as flippant.
The sun, when it sneaks out makes my heart sing………and the clouds engulf me in this gray funk. So this playlist reflects that. The first five are warm and happy and make me smile…….and the last five are a bit more overcast.

And because Spring Break started about 5 minutes ago……this will have to be a quick no commentary version.

1. Sunshine– Matt Costa
2. Wagon Wheel – Old Crow Medicine Show
3. Come on Get Higher – Matt Nathanson
4. Wait and See -- Brandon Heath
5. Be OK – Ingrid Michealson

6. Hazy – Rosi Golan
7. Funeral Dress - William Fitzsimmons
8. All My Days – Alexi Murdoch
9. Comfort – Deb Talon
10. Circle – Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians

What is your favorite happy song....because I could use some more of those?

(ignore the commercial at the begining)

Comments

mommaof3 said…

I LOVE Wait and See!!!

March 12, 2010 at 1:03 PM

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