i don’t think you get it.
i don’t think you really, really do.
the intimate length and breadth of it all.
perhaps it is undefinable.
muchlike the biggest and greatest things of all.
it’s strange for me, though,
because
i don’t think i do either.
i’m okay with it.
somewhere,
somehow
maybe you are too.
sotd: this monkey’s gone to heaven – the pixies.
(it. really. is. 1996).
i’m reworking this place a little.
started on the lounge, now i look out onto street lights and big tall buildings while i plod away at my keyboard. (larcy, just for info, this makes it easier for me to spot when you do drivebys. hahahahah)
it’s a little cosier.
tomorrow, kitchen.
the next, my bedroom.
claiming ownership all the way. waha. letting go of a few things, i am. one of them is weirdly, someone i was not sure i could ever let go of. and now, just naturally, i am. i honestly never thought i was capable, but today i found, i am. i no longer think of you with fear, of losing or gaining. i guess because, i no longer think of you, and it’s strange, because you’ve not been replaced or erased. you’re just not there anymore.
sotd (just for larcy- giggle): wait and bleed – slipknot.
sotd – possibly maybe – bjork.
i love the album post. i love debut in much the same way. there is much resonation in bjork’s incoherent coherence.
as much as i definitely enjoy solitude, i wouldn’t mind perhaps, spending a little time with you. sometimes, sometimes. possibly maybe.
one of three good photos i have taken in my life:
there’s a video from this night. it’s part of the one-day-in-the-life of bit-type movie i once made. i hate the sound of my voice, but i remember making it, so well, for you. i laugh when i think that i actually sent it to you, once complete. and now, i only have some pieces of it. i wish i could phone you and ask you to send it back. but i have deleted your number now.
“don’t waste your time on me, you’re already a voice inside my head”.
/end that person.
for me. for larcy. for all that is the house.
for the enboldened bits.
i feel possessed – crowded house
She said I could never do that
But I know you can, you are in my dream
We are one person not two of a kind
And what was mine is now in your posession
I could feel you underneath my skin
As the wind rushed in
Sent the kitchen table crashing
She said nobody move
Or Ill bring the house down
I hardly know which way is up
Or which way down
People are strange God only knows
I feel possessed when you come around
It was one of those times
Wished I had a camera on me
Six foot off the ground
Well I know how that sounds
Look above you and beyond me too
That kind of view dont need an explanation
Im not lying, not asking for anything
I just want to be there when it happens again
I hardly know which way is up
Or which way down
People are strange God only knows
I feel possessed when you come round
Whenever you invade my home
Everything I know flies out the window
Its above you and beyond me too
I dont want an explanation
But Ill be there when you bring the house down
I hardly know which way is up
Or which way down
People are strange God only knows
I feel possessed when you come round
People are strange
I feel possessed when you come round
i’m still shocked.
i need your grace to remind me to find my own.
’cause you reminded me this morning of this, and it fits so well, with the current chaos, dippings and flowings and ebbings and not knowings.
hyperballad – bjork
watch it here
thanks for the reminder, mr yellow.
i go through this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you
get me to a sunny day on essenwood road, please 😉
Your eyes are burning holes through me.I’m gasoline.I’m burnin’ clean.
Twentieth Century go to sleepYou’re plasticine.That is obscene.That is obscene.
You are the star tonight.Your sun electric, outta sight.Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.
If I ever want to fly.Mulholland Drive.I am alive.
Hollywood is under me.I’m Martin SheenI’m Steve McQueenI’m Jimmy Dean
You are the star tonight.Your sun electric, outta sight.Your light eclipsed the moon tonight.
If you want to fly.Mulholland Drive.Up in the sky.Stand on a cliff and look down there.
You are the star tonight.
Twentieth century go and sleepReally deepWe won’t blink
You’re eyes are burnin’ holes through me.