She waits on the edges of the mattress

I've heard a couple of songs from Low before but this is the first time I'm listening to the whole album and I've been so fascinated by it.

The music is bleak and fragmented, sometimes almost discordant, with completely different sounds from the left and right channel. And yet it's crafted so well, luring you, slowly and somberly. Every beat, every synthesized sound, every melodic line, is both deliberate and delicate.

It's the perfect music for me at this point of time, right now. A distraction from brooding. I need to get out of this funk, too much time is not always good. Waiting for nothing is just as bad as feeling inadequate.

So she waits on the edges of the mattress
What it takes to get a bad mess out of a bad dress
When she sings it's like a blue dove on a whipping post
When she speaks she thanks the good lord for the holy ghost

Take your time sweet thing
Take your time
Take your time sweet thing
Take your time



Low | Take Your Time



It's getting increasingly harder to stream the song I want, I guess I'll just have to make do with another song from the album, which is just as good.

It's easy now because you're safe

A peck and messages about birds and things I've been wanting to hear, and I was up up and away and flying *grin* I didn't want to think about it but I couldn't help thinking you had changed your mind, perhaps.

Well it lasted all of 3 hours, or 3 weeks maybe, since I needed that long to gently fall back to normal again. To dare to ask to confirm. But it is easier now, can't change your mind.

We talk about all that you kept bottled up inside
Makes you laugh
Then it makes you cry
I said it all too late

Is this real at all
You’re not so sure
It’s easy now because you’re safe
Can’t change your mind

Moving on is not fair when it leaves me on my own
I lived my life waiting for tomorrow
But I guess it’s your turn now

We trade these lines to get us by
But what’s it matter
You keep saying Jersey’s not a home

I thought I had it all figured out
But look who got it wrong



The Wrens | Thirteen Grand





I like how the wrens sound in thirteen grand, these 2 are vastly different though.

And I liked you for that

I painted each of my nails a different colour today! *grin* Am as pleased as a cat. Even seeing your face in the mail couldn't upset me that much.

I remember the day you heard this song, and how you didn't like it. It was the same day I let you apply eyeliner on my eyelids and oh, it was such pretty cat-eyes. I still used to like you then.

But I absolutely adore this song, and it makes me happy. And I'm glad for that. Almost as much as I'm glad that it doesn't do so for you. Although at one point in time, not too long ago, you did say you love someone, someone that you once said you despised and hated.

I guess one can never tell, especially when people change.

Used to be one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that

Now you're all gone
Got your make up on
And you're not coming back
Can't you come back

Used to be one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that

Now you're all gone
Got your make up on
And you're not coming back

Bleaching your teeth
Smiling flash
Talking trash
Under your breathe

Bleaching your teeth
Smiling flash
Talking trash
Under my window

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me

Used to be one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that

Now you're all gone
Got your make up on
And you're not coming back



Broken Social Scene | Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl




Flowers blooming on the edges of your world is the prettiest thing ever *smile*

I don't care if you really care

I always thought it was fortunate that Romeo and Juliet died when they did. Love is always sweetest in the beginning, where you'll do anything, say anything, and actually believe that you mean it. And such intensity is so seldom sustainable.

You can never beat a relationship that ends prematurely, be it a 2-month whirlwind of excitement and seemed commitment, or a night of pure adrenaline. Those memories linger the longest, good and bad. A longish relationship that fades and degenerates leaves nothing to look back to, the good times are sporadically spread out and unremarkable, and the bad times are amplified by reiteration. At least that's what I've been led to believe.

I guess we believe because we want to believe; it's too difficult to find out if it's true. Impossible even, at times, or maybe just too painful.

Dear, I fear we're facing a problem
You love me no longer, I know
And maybe there is nothing that I can do
To make you do

Mama tells me I shouldn't bother
That I ought just stick to another man
A man that surely deserves me
But I think you do

So I cry, and I pray and I beg

Love me love me
Say that you love me
Fool me fool me
Go on and fool me
Love me love me
Pretend that you love me
Leave me leave me
Just say that you need me

So I cried, and I begged for you to
Love me love me
Say that you love me
Leave me leave me
Just say that you need me
I can't care about anything but you

Lately I have desperately pondered
Spent my nights awake and I wonder
What I could have done in another way
To make you stay

Reason will not pledge a solution
I will end up lost in confusion
I don't care if you really care
As long as you don't go



The Cardigans | Lovefool

A private kind of happiness

Everything's different when there's alcohol in your blood. Like a drug in your veins, you do things you wouldn't do, and say things you wouldn't say. Things you won't remember in the afternoon.

But I love the morning in between the last night and the next afternoon, when in semi-consciousness, it all seems so perfect.

Heavy night, it was a heavy night
Feels like we've come back from the dead
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone

If we get up now, we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under-15's playing football in the park
Let's sit in St. Leonards on this alcoholic day
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out
I love you in the morning

I work hard all week and so do you
We deserve to let off some steam
Less orthodox creeping
We need to rage through this life

There might be ones who are smarter than you
That have the right answers, that wear better shoes
Forget about those melting ice caps
We're doing the best, with what we've got

I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning,
When you're still strung out
I love you in the morning

When I'm with you, I am calm
A pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest, a silent smile,
A private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations are all very well
But our love is louder than words

I love you in the morning



Bloc Party | Sunday