Sometimes, when I feel like it, I drop off a few stops before my actual bus stop and take a walk across Nicoll Highway to my workplace. And for the past few days, listening to Morcheeba while on these brief walks just seem so right somehow.
I like the feelings of confidence and freedom I get, listening to her as I watch the cars go by. And walking alone, leisurely, beside a busy highway, only accentuates it all.
I think I slip the net But I cut myself free I'm not losing yet So don't forget me
I'll say it, replay it, and try tomorrow I'll say it, replay it, and live with sorrow
You'd think I learn by now There's never an easy way I'll get through somehow I'm on my knees to pray
You'd think I learn by now There's never an easy way I'll get through somehow I'm on my knees
I'll admit I'm wrong But I'm getting on track I've been here too long I'm under attack
I place it, replace it, and try to change I place it, replace it, and rearrange
You'd think I learn by now There's never an easy way I'll get through somehow I'm on my knees to pray
You'd think I learn by now There's never an easy way I get through somehow I'm on my knees to pray
Alright grace, I shall attempt your tagging thing *laugh* here are -
7 random things about myself:
1) I can't whistle, but after many years of trying, I can finally *purr*
2) I have somnambulistic tendencies. It's not as bad as when I was younger, but I still sleepwalk every once in a while.
3) I absolutely love sweet things! I can get high on marshmallow, milo or candy floss! (My most random high concoction being marshmallows and sparkling wine in ice cream cones)
4) Although my confirmation name is also supposed to be a variation of St Catherine, I actually got the name from the daughter of Geena Davis' character in The Long Kiss Goodnight.
5) When I was young, I wanted to be a stuntwoman when I grew up. In fact, I still do. 6) I found 2 lizard eggs once, and kept them till they hatched. I then named my newly-hatched baby lizards - yes a very unimaginative- Lizzie and Lizzo, before releasing them into the field below my house.
7) I used to imagine I was some sort of part siamese princess because I had a great grandmother who was from Siam and a great grandfather who was either a tribe leader or a village head in China, and I somehow thought they were married to each other, but they weren't.
Oh well, one more for good measure, just to reach ten! *grin*
10) I believe that dragons and unicorns exist.
One two three four Tell me that you love me more Sleepless long nights That is what my youth was for
Old teenage hopes are alive at your door Left you with nothing but they want some more
Oh, you're changing your heart Oh, you know who you are
Sweetheart, bitterheart Now I can tell you apart Cosy and cold Put the horse before the cart
Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes Too scared to own up to one little lie
Oh, you're changing your heart Oh, you know who you are
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
Oh, you're changing your heart Oh, you know who you are
Gigs make me so deliriously happy!!! And this Plainsunset gig at Baybeats was the best! *laugh* I've not been so high and had so much fun in a while now! And I guess it's partly because I never realised how fun moshing can be *grin* so although I'm aching and bruised and have to start work tomorrow, I'm still happy remembering that great night out! Thanks guys!
When the sun rises again I will be there with you my friend And I will be there Looking over your shoulder
Looking after something for you Do you miss me the way I miss you And I will be there Looking over your shoulder
I think I have a bad habit of disappearing sometimes, to slip away unknowingly from a room or a crowd, and retreat into a hidden place on my own. It's disconcerting I know, and I apologise to all my friends who have had to look around for me frantically. I really should show a little discipline. Or disappear more gracefully, like in the Secret Meeting by The National.
I loved this song from the first time I heard it, even though I thought he was a bit neurotic, or maybe especially so.
I think this place is full of spies I think they're onto me Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you Didn't anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room
I know you put in the hours to keep me in sunglasses, I know And so and now I'm sorry I missed you I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
It went the dull and wicked ordinary way It went the dull and wicked ordinary way And now I'm sorry I missed you I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain
I think this place is full of spies I think I'm ruined Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you Didn't anybody tell you, this river's full of lost sharks
I think one of the things I like about The National is how the songs are so propulsive, and yet persistent. And how they can just repeat a line in the song, and it never gets too much, just more poignant. It's so easy to trigger a memory that way.
All night I lay on my pillow and pray For my boss to stop me in the hallway Lay my head on his shoulder and say Son, I've been hearing good things I wake up without warning and go flying around the house In my sauvignon fierce, freaking out Take a forty-five minute shower and kiss the mirror And say, look at me Baby, we'll be fine All we gotta do is be brave and be kind I put on an argyle sweater and put on a smile I don't know how to do this I'm so sorry for everything
Baby, come over, I need entertaining I had a stilted, pretending day Lay me down and say something pretty Lay me back down where I wanted to stay Just say something perfect, something I can steal Say, look at me Baby, we'll be fine All we've gotta do is be brave and be kind I pull off your jeans, and you spill jack and coke in my collar I melt like a witch and scream
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