For I will always be
the music I have
the love I own
the plans I make
the thoughts I stop
the trips, the jinx of the great outside
the great british summer
and the comfort in return to the home.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
The National - Slow Show Lyrics
Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
a little more stupid, a little more scared
every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years
can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
a little more stupid, a little more scared
every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Before the Summer Begins the Summer Inside Dies
Death Cab for Cutie - Photobooth
I remember when the days were long
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling the childish fits
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
to show you did not mean,
anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well I lost track when those words were said,
you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
and soon we woke and I walked you home
and it was pretty clear that is was hardly love.
And as the summers ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
And as the summers ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
as the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summers ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left,
The empty bottles spent cigarettes so pack a change of clothes
'cause its time to move on.
I remember when the days were long
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling the childish fits
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
to show you did not mean,
anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well I lost track when those words were said,
you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
and soon we woke and I walked you home
and it was pretty clear that is was hardly love.
And as the summers ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
And as the summers ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
as the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summers ending,
the cold air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left,
The empty bottles spent cigarettes so pack a change of clothes
'cause its time to move on.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
3''
Woke up from a great dream
Started wondering
Wonder seemed the deed
Last night was hard remembering
Started wondering
Wonder seemed the deed
Last night was hard remembering
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Oh My God - Lily Allen
Click Here
Time on your side that will never end
The most beautiful thing you can ever spend
But you work in a shirt with your name tag on it
Drifting apart like a plate tectonic
It don't matter to me
'Cos all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Too much time spent dragging the past up
I didn't see you not looking when I messed up
Settling down in your early twenties
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist
It don't matter to me
'Cos all I wanted to be
Is a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
Great rulers make for greater glory
The only thing growing is our history
Knock me down I'll get right back up again
I'll come back stronger than a powered up Pac-Man
It don't matter to me
'Cos all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Oh my god, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
Time on your side that will never end
The most beautiful thing you can ever spend
But you work in a shirt with your name tag on it
Drifting apart like a plate tectonic
It don't matter to me
'Cos all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Too much time spent dragging the past up
I didn't see you not looking when I messed up
Settling down in your early twenties
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist
It don't matter to me
'Cos all I wanted to be
Is a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
Great rulers make for greater glory
The only thing growing is our history
Knock me down I'll get right back up again
I'll come back stronger than a powered up Pac-Man
It don't matter to me
'Cos all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Oh my god, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And oh my god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
Sunday, April 26, 2009
"new lives and friendships darling"
De Rosa - Love Economy
i didn't let it inter fear with you
new lives and friendships darling
my inability to shake the suffering
to stop my brain from turning round
my heart is filling up with dread
i have lost you and i know it
now the water is rising in my chest
i'm becoming it i'm becoming
you send the secret back to me my love
i need to know now petal
are you there? acheing under your bed clothes and postcards
so this, this is what we've done to us
killed the newness we share excuses
words and minds and everything is dead tonight
so ill make my money and buy me love a new
know human chaos for everything
its economical in a love economy
to cut our loss to manage damages
i'm economical i'm a love economy
im not the winner
youre the killer
or am i the killer?
im a number and im a liar
im the killer i set the fire
im a number and im a liar
im the killer i set the fire
i wont get it back to you my heart
i cant afford it
i wont get it back to you my heart
i cant afford a ticket
you wont get it back to me my heart
you cant afford to ship it
you wont get it back to me my heart
They marked my April. I marked their words.
i didn't let it inter fear with you
new lives and friendships darling
my inability to shake the suffering
to stop my brain from turning round
my heart is filling up with dread
i have lost you and i know it
now the water is rising in my chest
i'm becoming it i'm becoming
you send the secret back to me my love
i need to know now petal
are you there? acheing under your bed clothes and postcards
so this, this is what we've done to us
killed the newness we share excuses
words and minds and everything is dead tonight
so ill make my money and buy me love a new
know human chaos for everything
its economical in a love economy
to cut our loss to manage damages
i'm economical i'm a love economy
im not the winner
youre the killer
or am i the killer?
im a number and im a liar
im the killer i set the fire
im a number and im a liar
im the killer i set the fire
i wont get it back to you my heart
i cant afford it
i wont get it back to you my heart
i cant afford a ticket
you wont get it back to me my heart
you cant afford to ship it
you wont get it back to me my heart
They marked my April. I marked their words.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Going Back - Moving Forward
Flowers on the Wall (Statler Borthers)
I keep hearin' you're concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience I guess
If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down
So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doin' fine
You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Don't tell me I've nothin' to do
I keep hearin' you're concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience I guess
If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down
So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doin' fine
You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
...
... I could probably not care less for lipstick and makeup and nice clothes, given that I always have the opportunity to travel, to see the world through my own eyes.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Bat for Lashes - Daniel
Daniel when I first saw you
I knew that you had a flame in your heart
And under under our blue skies
Marble movie skies
I found a home in your eyes
We'll never be apart
And when the fires came
The smell of cinders and rain
Perfumed almost everything
We laughed and laughed and laughed
And in the golden blue
Cryin' took me to the darkest place
And you have set fire to my heart
When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that's worst ?
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel
I dream of home
But in a goodbye bed
With my arms around your neck
Into our love the tears crept
Just catch in the eye of the storm
And as my heart ran round
My dreams pulled me from the ground
Forever to search for the flame
For home again
For home again
When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that's worst?
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel
I dream of home
When I run in the dark, Daniel
To a place that's worst
Under a sheet of rain in my heart
Daniel
I dream of home
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
2 Cheers for the Loneliest Saturday
Take me out tonight, where's there's music and there's people and they're young and alive
Sunday, February 15, 2009
More Time
6 o’clock on a Sunday afternoon
when reality and dreams melt and blend
in a swirl of chocolate, desire and aftertastes
-the word aftertastes itself always bittersweet
-like cherries dipped in brandy
-and all the pictures from past holidays
that weren’t really holidays but excuses for time
-more time like that-
Beginnings that come to ends and
Ends that never pause or wave
Before they say goodbye
-like that desire from years ago
to be held back
-not in a captivating manner
-but in a desperate attempt for time
-more time like that-
Private made public and
Public never as private as real
All the while wishing it was more or less
-like the need to go away
-like the spring when it was clear
-like that time by the lake
reading poetry wishing for time
-more time like that-
Whatever happened to that time we locked in boxes and ceaseless CDs of songs we rarely hear and newer songs without the memories- the memories that creep not late at night, but early in the mornings and the afternoons. The taste is clear, the flashback isn’t.
when reality and dreams melt and blend
in a swirl of chocolate, desire and aftertastes
-the word aftertastes itself always bittersweet
-like cherries dipped in brandy
-and all the pictures from past holidays
that weren’t really holidays but excuses for time
-more time like that-
Beginnings that come to ends and
Ends that never pause or wave
Before they say goodbye
-like that desire from years ago
to be held back
-not in a captivating manner
-but in a desperate attempt for time
-more time like that-
Private made public and
Public never as private as real
All the while wishing it was more or less
-like the need to go away
-like the spring when it was clear
-like that time by the lake
reading poetry wishing for time
-more time like that-
Whatever happened to that time we locked in boxes and ceaseless CDs of songs we rarely hear and newer songs without the memories- the memories that creep not late at night, but early in the mornings and the afternoons. The taste is clear, the flashback isn’t.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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