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[04 Dec 2006|03:32pm] |
U2 - Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad
Took you to a place, now you can't get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Walked together down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
Don't try to figure out what we might of had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm just a singer, some say a sinner
Rolling the dice, not always a winner
You say I've been lucky, well hell I've made my own
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone
Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
Surrounded, we always found an escape
Drove me to drink, but hey that's not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Guess I've been greedy, all of my life
Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things as well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Maybe it's just talk, saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked, the swinging's stopped swinging
You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it, you came crying for my help
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm not complaining, baby I'm glad
You call it a compromise, well what's that
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Brilliant peon to the Frank Sinatra. I always felt this song and in recent years, more potency is induced into it. Or from it into me.
Work has been rubbish. I'm late out. On a Monday, when I have class to prepare for. It isn't on. I don't mind busy, I don't mind quiet, but I do mind it when everybody appears to come in at once, late in the lunchtime. We're open before one fricking thirty, for fuck's sake.
And i'm horny. And i'm not happy with my homework. I can't be bothered to change it because I don't think like that. It's beautiful, but its rhythm is flawed.
Fuck it, it's the last lesson before break, so I can get it read and get out of there. We're all I think going for a drink at eight thirty. I hope Miss D comes too, though I don't know if she will. I'd like to talk Manga.
And that's about it. I'll be knocking about here during hair washing and bollock rinsing.
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[04 Dec 2006|04:51pm] |
The poem I wrote is shaped like a Chinese lantern, or something similar. Do you see that? It wasn't intentional. What a nice accident.
My favourite song of the year was When you were young, if you haven't guessed. There's something about it that continued to exhilirate me for months, and every time that guitar slices my spine I feel like floating off into the wind. Nothing, nobody can ever bring me down with that song playing.
Honurable mentions go to For reasons unknown, my spiritual successor to Smile like you mean it, and Snow Patrol's three sublime singles.
Most stuff i've heard this year has made me want to pull the heads off mice, so roll on next year, please. 2006 wasn't shit, in fact, nowhere near as shit as late 2005, but it wasn't exactly a storm either.
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