Oh the sweet pleasure of bumping into a figure of the past and knowing that it was so wrong back then, and that it's so much better now. *grin*
It's not vindictive if you didn't plan for it to happen right? And not mean if you don't gloat isn't it? Well, not too much as least, and not too obviously. Hmmm..although I was dancing with so much joy! Literally. *laugh* Oh it was such a wantonly happy night! I love my girls!! *muah* Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused
Hold your head up Moving on Keep your head up Moving on
Oh and I love this video too! *grin* I'll put up videos as and when I find them now. If I recall correctly, the first time I saw this was in a ktv room at 4am in the morning *laugh* oh the strangeness of it all!
Been cleaning out my drawers and files and finding all these little things that I've accumulated and almost forgot about. Sometimes it's really the littlest things that bring back the most memories. Scrawls on scraps of paper and on the margin of notes, dried flowers and strips of grass. Sentimental dreams of times long and not so long ago.
I was so glad to find the $100 Barang Barang voucher I thought I'd lost though *grin* and that it hadn't expired yet.
When I still used to write songs they were always like this. Little bits of information in long rambling sentences, all compressed in a verse, or two. And in my head, the song was sung with an airy, breathless voice.
Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing Especially when I have to watch other people kissing And I remember when you started calling me your missus All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams Dreams of when we had just started things Dreams of you and me And it seems It seems that I can't shake those memories I wonder if you have the same dreams too The littlest things that take me there I know it sounds lame but it's so true I know it's not right but it seems unfair That things are reminding me of you Sometimes I wish we could just pretend Even if only for one weekend So come on, tell me Is this the end
Drinking tea in bed, watching DVDs When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines You'd take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friend And you could see that I was nervous so you held my hand When I was feeling down you'd make that face you do There's no one in the world who could replace you
Dreams Dreams of when we had just started things Dreams of me and you And it seems It seems that I can't shake those memories I wonder if you feel the same way too The littlest things that take me there I know it sounds lame but it's so true I know it's not right but it seems unfair That things are reminding me of you Sometimes I wish we could just pretend Even if only for one weekend So come on, tell me Is this the end
Trying to decide what to do tonight is to me, like trying to decide which version of Bizarre Love Triangle I want to listen to.
Should I go dancing with the girls at Zouk, where I'll probably hear the New Order version at Mambo, get a bit high, and lose myself in the mass of similarly moving bodies?
Or have a quiet night, warm and snug with a good book, lost in a world created by similarly looking pages. Simple and uncomplicated, like Frente's version of the same song.
Every time I think of you I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue It's no problem of mine But it's a problem I find Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me The wisdom of a fool won't set you free But that's the way that it goes And it's what nobody knows And everyday my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling I get down on my knees and pray I'm waiting for that final moment You say the words that I can't say
I feel fine and I feel good I feel like I never should Whenever I get this way I just don't know what to say Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean I don't think you're what you seem I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
So I got my mum the Carpenters Gold Greatest Hits cd for a mother's day present and was delighted to hear This Masquerade again.
The melody in a bossa nova rhythm is just so hauntingly beautiful, and both the piano and flute solos are so much better than what I remembered them to be. I've never had much chance to hear the lyrics before, but as I suspected, the words are as wistful and poignant as the melody.
Are we really happy With this lonely game we play Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding Understanding anyway We're lost in this masquerade
Both afraid to say we're just too far away From being close together from the start We tried to talk it over but the words got in the way We're lost inside this lonely game we play
Thoughts of leaving disappear Each time I see your eyes And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason Why we carry on this way We're lost in this masquerade
I only managed to stream a sample track, but the download is the full version. (You might be able to hear the full song here though, but I can't launch the player so I'm not too sure.)
I know Mika's more popular song now is Grace Kelly but I really do like this one so much better. And the album art is so colourful, I want a dress like that! *grin*
Took a ride to the end of the lane where no one ever goes Ended up on a broken train with nobody I know But the pain and the longing's the same when you're dying Now I'm lost and I'm screaming for help alone
Relax, take it easy For there is nothing that we can do Relax, take it easy Blame it on me or blame it on you
It's as if I'm scared It's as if I'm terrified It's as if I'm scared It's as if I'm playing with fire
Scared It's as if I'm terrified Are you scared Are we playing with fire
Relax
There is an answer to the darkest times It's clear we don't understand it But the last thing on my mind is to leave you I believe that we're in this together
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