A little time to find some peace of mind

These songs by Her Space Holiday never fail to depress me.
But listening to them does make me happy.

I used to know this girl
Who gave her love away
To every guy she met
With all those games they played
She never seemed to cry
She never got upset
And one by one they came
And one by one they left

I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
But all of my advances
Were shut down in the end
When days turned into months
I begged her to explain
And this is what she sang

It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me

Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself

I used to know this boy
Who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages
Before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled
At all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers
Told me he was skilled

At capturing a feeling
That most of us just miss
The simple pain of living
With goodbyes on our lips
I found one of the pages
Crumpled by her bed
And this is how it read

It's not like I am weak
Or that I don't know how to leave
It's just that every time you cheat
You bring me closer to defeat

Until there's nothing left to love
Until there's nothing left to say
I know that you need help
But even I can't save you from yourself



Her Space Holiday | Japanese Gum


I really can't explain how confusing it is to me, to want to listen to a song that makes me so depressed, because somehow, in a way, it makes me happy too.

Some things define themselves in contradictory ways. Like how being alone with someone can give you the loneliest moments of your life.

I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen
To let you know I'm writing you again
But it's not the same the names have all changed
And my best friend and ex girlfriend aren't to blame
I did this myself it's a sick cry for help
But it doesn't mean the situation's clean
Additional stress that will come from the press
The mess I made putting my life on parade
Now the writers can say "we were right all along
You can't make someone love you with a song"

And you don't know me
But you owe me
A little time to find some peace of mind
And when you hold me
I'm not so lonely
It will be difficult to leave this life behind

My sister always said that hardships come in two's
A funeral and break up afternoon
There is really no good time for anyone to leave
In a couple weeks I'll get my chance to grieve
And hopefully by then my mind will be all clear
And I can cry for the reasons that I'm there
And not for all the things that are happening at home
The church was filled but I was still alone
But this is not a ploy to gain some sympathy
I made this bed and now it's time to sleep

And you don't know me
But you owe me
A little time to find some peace of mind
And when you hold me
I'm not so lonely
It will be difficult to leave this life behind

It's such a shame that the blame has somehow shifted to you
We're both aware through the years that I've been messed up too
And I shouldn't talk I should stop I'm digging deeper holes
It just feels strange that I sing songs for another girl

And you don't know me
But you owe me
And when you hold me
I'm not so lonely

Her Space Holiday | My Girlfriend's Boyfriend

I've got to change my ways

And so begins the preparation for my future career, with the purchase of a sleek pair of topshop pants! *grin*

If the coporate world is going to be anything like what this song seems to suggest, then I can hardly wait! *laugh* This song is just so much fun!

She called me up today
Meet me down at the old café
I jumped into the shower
I was getting my marching orders

She’d never stand for any lies
She’s got an Out Tray full of guys
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
Now she says she wants to call a meeting

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?

She gave me some dictation
But my strength is in administration
I took down all she said
I even took down her little red dress

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I’m going to give you the job
I’m pushing for a raise
I’ve been pushing now for days



Belle & Sebastian | Step Into My Office, Baby

Are you my lady, are you?

Having an albino python draped across my shoulders once again, brings back memories of the time I spent volunteering in the zoo.

I really wanted to be a zookeeper back then. Working with animals, rather than people, is just so much...better.

But I couldn't bear to kill the mouse to feed the snake. Even though I really like snakes, as well as most other animals. If only they were vegetarian, like giraffes.

Or at least just enjoy eating vegetables, like my cat.

You're tall just like a giraffe
You have to climb to find its head
But if there's a glitch
You're an ostrich
You've got your head in the sand

In a submersible I can hardly breathe
As it takes me inside, so the light sings
Answer me truthfully, do the clouds kiss you?
With meringue-coloured hair, I know they cannot

So are you my lady, are you?



Mew | The Zookeeper's Boy

Can't stream this song again so here's their myspace site. You can listen to more of their songs there!

Have we missed an opportunity?

Going to the museum reminds me of Souvenirs by Architecture in Helsinki. I'm not too sure why, but it does. It just has this delicate feel to it, with all its intricateness and subtle nuances.

And like how for some inexplicable reason, I never tire of visiting museums; In the same way, I can listen to this song repeatedly, without knowing exactly what I like about it.

Still, I derive such pleasure from doing so.

With an envelope, we'll enter buildings we might touch
I've got souvenirs but yesterday can't mean too much
Have we missed an opportunity?

Whispers Chinese leaves a message, leaves a metaphor
For what once was gold and once was rich but now is poor
Have we missed an opportunity?

And the trees lean to lend
Can I fold you in fourteen ways to depend not defend?



Architecture in Helsinki | Souvenirs

Yes I think I'm okay

It's funny when you happen to listen to a song you loved since you were a kid but haven't heard for a while, and then suddenly you realise that all those times you were singing it, you never understood what the lyrics meant.

I heard the same thing told to me over and over again, and I thought I knew what it meant. But I didn't. Until now.

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was

I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore

Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am



Suzanne Vega | Luka

Satisfy myself

I'm in such a happy mood now! And Metric just makes me even happier! *grin* *grin* *grin* I want to dance and twirl and fall onto a bed, exhausted *smile*

I think this is my very first Metric Song *laugh* I absolutely love their video! You can find it on their website!

Can't stand by myself
Hate to sleep alone
Surprises always help
So I take somebody home
To find out how I feel
Feel like just a baby
Portrait of a lady
Poster of a girl



Metric | Poster Of A Girl

It's strange but I can't stream this song too! So here's another one instead, my favourite track in this album!

Get straight and wait here while I try to find the exit sign
When will you stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag
Never expect to be sure

You're working for the police and the private
The pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the hairdresser
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord lord mother you're all losing love
Lord listen lover you're all missing mama
Lord lord mother you're all losing love
Lord listen lover you're all missing something I don't got

There's a place that ends here I know
When they close the gates I'll cry
So tired of never sleeping
The whole world wants what we're on

Didn't make this up I learned, I learned it from a friend
My friend is coming clean, she told me
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bed
Never expect to be sure who you're working for

You're working for the police and the private
The pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the garbage collector
Fingerprinted waiting for the train

Sliding forward, he moves away

I wish I was at Indie Garden now, with the live shoegazer sounds of Astreal. *sigh*

Forward
Let's move forward
Moving forward
In every way

Dying
As we're changing
Moving forward
She says



Astreal | Lover and The Sea

I can't stream this song, but this is their myspace site. And you can listen to a couple more sample tracks here.

My heart's aflame, my body's strained

Now that christmas is approaching, I think it's a bit late for a halloween-ish post! But I'm just so fascinated by songs that refer to creatures of the night! Here are a few:

Sufjan Stevens has the most amazing song titles! And I love the letter-by-letter spelling of I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! *grin*

We are awaken with the axe
Night of the Living Dead at last
They have begun to shake the dirt
Wiping their shoulders from the earth

I know, I know the nations past
I know, I know they rust at last
They tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot

Speaking their names, they shake the flag
Waking the earth, it lifts and lags
We see a thousand rooms to rest
Helping us taste the bite of death

I know, I know my time has passed
I'm not so young, I'm not so fast
I tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot



Sufjan Stevens | They are Night Zombies!! They are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back from the Dead!! Ahhhhh!




TV On the Radio makes being a werewolf sound so romantic. Dangerously romantic.

Say say my playmate
Won't you lay hands on me
Mirror my malady
Transfer my tragedy

Got a curse I cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
When the moon is round and full
Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish

My mind's aflame

We could jet in a stolen car
But I bet we wouldn't get too far
Before the transformation takes
And bloodlust tanks and crave gets slaked

Got a curse we cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
There's a curse comes with a kiss
The bite that binds the gift that gives

Now that we got gone for good
Writhing under your riding hood
Tell your grandma and your mama too
It's true, true, true

We're howling forever



TV On The Radio | Wolf Like Me




I don't really think this is a song about zombies, but I like it all the same *laugh*

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying



The Cranberries | Zombie