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[01 Apr 2008|12:10am] |
I love this song, and I think you should too.
Jeff Buckley - Lover, you shoulda come over
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight youre on my mind so you never know
When Im broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage hes done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So Ill wait for you... and Ill burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Its never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Its never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe Im just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And Im much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage Ive done
Sweet lover, you shouldve come over
Oh, love well Im waiting for you
Lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
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[01 Apr 2008|11:48am] |
Today, I commence Final Fanntasy X once more. It's been a long while since I played along with Tidus, Auron, Yuna, and the chums, and it is so good. Plus, it has the loveliest ending and all. Makes me weep like a freshly punctured anus.
Later on, i'll be beavering away on an article or two, I feel. Or I could just play this all day. Who knows? We don't, because it hasn't happened yet. The shit's still fresh. Now fuck off.
Oh, I had a bottle of wine last night and dreamt about three kittens and that I had a daughter. That's what happened last night. Today should be humdrum. I have to not drink tonight to be good. Will I manage it? Well, I DON'T KNOW DO I? I told you!
Cuh!
You is teh sex, you.
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[01 Apr 2008|04:58pm] |
For the realist in your life.
Yahoo! Love, love me do! You know I like poo! I like smearing it on you! So ple-eeee-ee-eeeease, fuck me do! Insert shit harmonica solo here.
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[01 Apr 2008|08:23pm] |
I've been going through all my tunes, renaming them, so that they no longer read "Unknown Artist" on my Ipod. It's astonishing how lazy I am, and that even classics by Depeche Mode and The Killer's Hot Fuss remain un-named, years after I got them.
I found some golden gems. Now, i'd always hated this song, originally. However, it's one of those songs that is given life, by life, so to speak. In specific terms, over the years, with various experiences, it's aqcuired a stunning poignancy, and ever, ever changes meaning for me.
What's odd about it truly, is it's eerie vocal so sad in it's isolation. I love it. It's my lyric of the week. Why don't you join me and listen to it? Listen!
Or read.
Killers - Everything will be alright
I believe in you and me
I'm coming to find you
If it takes me all night
Wrong until you make it
And I won't forget you
At least I'll try
And run, and run tonight
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
I was out shopping for a doll
To say the least, I thought I've seen them all
But then you took me by surprise
I'm dreaming bout those dreamy eyes
I never knew, I never knew
So take your suitcase, cause I don't mind
And baby doll, I meant it ever time
You don't need to compromise
I'm dreaming bout those dreamy eyes
I never knew, I never knew
But it's alright...
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Awesome tune. Right, i'd best get back to it.
A.S Roma 0 0 Man Utd. Tomorrow Arsenal take on Liverpool. And we're going to be there! Not actually at Anfield (Though I would like to go before it gets bulldozed to build plastic trowel factories or something) but in the New Inn. Except shouting, and words with one syllable.
Bye!
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[01 Apr 2008|11:21pm] |
You'll notice that my front page now features horses (Only on Livejournal). I didn't design it, but I liked it, so I used it.
Having successfully negotiated a day without drinking, i'm now faced with another evening a'pondering. I'm not really pondering much, but i'm still pondering. It's somewhat re-assuring, that no matter how much I do ponder things, I do so with a mature and a calm, thinking head. Emotions do not appear to come to me easily these days, and I think perhaps this is a good thing. Perhaps if anything, this means that when emotions are felt, they are all the more potent, and therefore, worthy.
Against your skin, my touch is innoportune, childish, my fingers slipping like a falling mountaineer. My teeth dig in as I fall, I am like skipping stones or dancing butterflies. In your intense stare my sun rises happy, my banks are bulging, fit to flood. I would well be in awe of you, if my heart struck the gold in yours, the nectar sitting at your centre. In subtltly, I rise only in bursts of ink and flecks of paint, in the sweet paradise of dream, my colours turn over and over, swirling you, from grey into life. Would that as man was given life, I would take a root and grow branches, unfurling leaves in your sunset, your sweet earth.
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I think i've got my writin' hand back a little. I feel it more incumbent upon me than ever to write in the best way I can, and the best way I write is romantically. Rather ironic, as romance does not come easily to me in real life.
Anyway. I'm off. Goodnight.
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[01 Apr 2008|11:34pm] |
I've had the odd feeling of looking at old school photos, on Facebook. Through one of my facebook chums (Hi, Chris), who went to my school I found some pictures of what I think was the leaving day in 1993. It's the strangest thing ever.
I can't see me, because I tended to stay out of the limelight, but I can see a few people that jog my memory. It's like another world.
There are a couple of girls who used to tease me at school here. By tease, I mean, they knew I was shy of girls and took this to advantange. Heh. Good times.
Sometimes I wish I was back there, with the mind I have now. It was all so simple back then.
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