Saturday, 23 February 2008

i absolutely LOVE the juno soundtrack!

this is the opening theme song or whatever.

All I want is you - Barry Louis Polisar:

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

because oxygen is a drug
20:49

Friday, 22 February 2008

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du

Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du
But you

because oxygen is a drug
18:39

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

ONCE UPON A TIME

its sorta sad to know that one time in your life, you were something, not just to someone but to many people. like were really a someone. but whatever you were started fading into oblivion and you ended up feeling like a blimp and then you start this whole self-degradation process but you know no one's listening save a few kind souls. sometimes i feel this part of me has been ripped out and deleted and rewritten (yes like sia's lyrics say). like that bit has been re-programmed and when you finally realise and its too late, you want that missing piece back desperately. you want to know that a part of what you were has been retained. its like a song that goes on and on in the same monotonous tone but then someone rips out a verse and it has a whole new indecipherable meaning. and then you decide not to care anymore, cuz that's what's best and its probably the more loser-ish thing to do. and then you don't know what its about anymore and it falls into one of the dusty crevices of your mind. oh how a bleeding female orifice can alter the thinking process so much. board exams are 10 or 11 days away. i feel confident yet not. i don't know what i feel really. possibly i am bonkers.

"i don't need no bible thumpers
i don't need no prophecies told,
i just need a warm embrace
and somebody, somebody to hold"

OH. this reminds me of a very pretty poem i read by Alfred Lord Tennyson. What a man.

"Tears, Idle Tears..."

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.'

so bundle me up in a fist of fury and chuck me out like i were madam curie. - whatever that is supposed to mean.

yours fiddly-diddley-ish-ly,

maayor (mister er could never pronounce my simple 2-syllabled 4-LETTER-WORDED NAME)

amen

because oxygen is a drug
20:13

Saturday, 9 February 2008

Reasons

everyone says i have reasons for everything. when it comes to relationships, results, my behaviour, i have reasons. a whole novel's-worth full of them. reasons to why i look bad, reasons for why i'm mean sometimes, why i hate so much sometimes and reasons why i love. but in the end, i can never really justify what i am.
but to make this more comprehensible, i have decided to list the reasons as to why i don't blog anymore.

a) it is quite a waste of time, considering nearly nobody reads it
b) possibly nobody reads it
c) i'd rather not publish my private inner-life stories on the net for sorry asses like myself to read and criticize
d) i don't think i have a real reason to blog
e) my life is un-blog-able about.
f) i like milk candies.

okay so point f wasn't really a point at all but still important.

like flight of the conchords. who are my idols. for some warped reason, yes.

i know that i have to take many risks in love, but i love it all the same. i wouldn't trade my love for anything in the world.

sometimes though, i have this overwhelming urge to oush everything aside and just run. even if my lungs felt like exploding, i'd just run. sometimes i feel like running so far to a place i'd possibly find solace, but then again. the only solace i find is in his arms.

do you feel the love?

SIA - REWRITE:

You don't know me
You can't hold me
I'll slip through your hands
I am one single grain of sand

You are free to love
Happily received
You are free to love
If that is all you need

I'm an empty space
I can't be replaced
So when you're finished
with this dream
Delete begin to rewrite me
You are free to love
Happily received
You are free to love
If that is all you need

You are free to love
Happily received
You are free to love
If that is all you need

You are free to love
Happily received
You are free to love
Delete and rewrite me

because oxygen is a drug
12:11