the stars lean down to kiss you
and I lie awake and miss you
pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
'cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
but I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'cause I wish you were here
I watch the night turn light blue
but it's not the same without you
because it takes two to whisper quietly
the silence isn't so bad
'til I look at my hands and feel sad
'cause the spaces between my fingers
are right where yours fit perfectly
I'll find opposing new ways
though I haven't slept in two days
'cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
but drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
waist deep in thought, because when I think of you I don't feel so alone I don't feel so alone I don't feel so alone as many times as I blink, I'll think of you
tonight
I'll think of you tonight
when violet eyes get brighter
and heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
and I'll forget the world that I knew
but I swear, I won't forget you
oh, if my voice could reach back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
"oh, darling, I wish you were here..."
Cathrine showed me this song on her ipod yesterday. We were on the bus. It got me interested, it seemed good, but her earplugs were of very poor quality. It wasn't until my walk late last night that I was able to listen to this in full quality, with amazing sound filling up my ears and my body and heart. And what I heard completely blew me away. I've been listening to it non-stop since then, singing, dancing, falling flat on my back on the couch or bed, analyzing, breathing, feeling the music. I'm in love here. And the chorus is... I don't know what to call it. Incredibly beautiful. Incredibly stimulating. Incredibly me.
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you would not believe your eyes
if ten million fireflies
lit up the world as I fell asleep
'cause they'd fill the open air
and leave teardrops everywhere
you'd think me rude, but I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly
it's hard to say that I'd rather stay
awake when I'm asleep
'cause everything is never as it seems
'cause I'd get a thousand hugs
from ten thousand lightening bugs
as they'd try to teach me how to dance
a foxtrot above my head
a sockhop beneath my bed
a discoball that's just hanging by a thread
I'd like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly
it's hard to say that I'd rather stay
awake when I'm asleep
'cause everything is never as it seems
when I fall asleep
leave my door open, just a crack
(please take me away from here)
'cause I feel like such an insomniac
(please take me away from here)
why do I tire of counting sheep
(please take me away from here)
when I'm far too tired to fall asleep
to ten million fireflies?
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
but I'll know where several are
if my dreams get real bizarre
'cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
I'd like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly
it's hard to say that I'd rather stay
awake when I'm asleep
'cause everything is never as it seems
when I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly
it's hard to say that I'd rather stay
awake when I'm asleep
because my dreams are bursting at the seams
The cracked and vulnerable. The sick. The tired. It's hard to keep from tearing up when listening to this on the bus. It's too similar to... Me. I don't like feeling too scared to go outside. I'm scared of winter and I'm scared of summer and I don't quite know if it's going to get any better.
Her voice is, as always, crucial to the tone of the song. I love the bridge. Cold colours. A story of sorts. I'm not sure.
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I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
it's cold outside
I hate the seasons here
I suffer morning most of all
I feel so powerless and small
by ten o'clock I'm back in bed
fighting the jury in my head
you learn to drive
it's only natural, dear
you drive all night
we haven't slept in years
we suffer mornings most of all
we saw you lying in the road
we tried to dig a decent grave
but it's still no way to behave
it is a delicate position
spin the bottle
pick the victim
catch a tiger
switch direction
if he hollers
break his ankles
to protect him
we'll have to drive
they're getting closer
just get inside
it's almost over
we will save your brothers
we will save your cousins
we will drive them far away
from streets and lights
from all signs of bad mankind
we suffer mornings most of all
wake up all bleary eyed and sore
forgetting everything we saw
I'll meet you in an hour
at the car
This song popped into my life while I was watching The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 2. Oh yes, I do in fact like those two movies very much. They're sweet and sensitive and just a little bit original. But back to the song. It's very groovy. I love singing along to it. It feels good to form the words with my mouth, moving my lips fast, using my voice. Well. Enough from me, I think.
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he's been
waiting around for the weekend
figuring which club to sneak in
fancy drinks and fifty dollar cover charge
lately it's been a big hassle
Heineken and New Castle
to make sure he's fitting in and living large
disregard the lies that he will tell
and what he's probably like, 'cause
it's not hard, his charm is gonna get him through the night
'cause if he wanna rock, he rocks
if he wanna roll, he rolls
he can roll with the punches
as long as he feels like he's in control
and if he wanna stay, he stays
if he wanna go, he goes
he doesn't care how he gets there
as long as he gets somewhere he knows
see her
heavy make up and cut t shirt
every girl out wants to be her
but they look the same already, why adjust?
reading the magazine secrets
forgetting the tropical regrets
'cause if she comes home all alone, the night's a bust
it's a must, the swivel in her hips
and the look she gives, it's
all her trust, if only in the morning
she knew where she lived
'cause if she wanna rock, she rocks
if she wanna roll, she rolls
she can roll with the punches
as long as she feels like he's in control
and if she wanna stay, she stays
if she wanna go, she goes
she doesn't care how she gets there
as long as she gets somewhere she knows
and in a wink they're on the brink
from drink to drink and at the bar
with cash to blow, from shot to shot
it's getting hot, advance the plot
to see how how far it's gonna go
all depends, so ditch the friends
and grab a cap, another chance
for cheap romance
doesn't count 'cause the room is spinning
nothing to lose, tonight they both are winning
and they fall in love as they fall in bed
'cause if they wanna rock, they rock
if they wanna roll, they roll
they can roll with the punches
as long as they feel like they're in control
and if they wanna stay, they stay
if they wanna go, they go
they don't care how they get there
as long as they get somewhere they know
I've been burying myself in Leonard Cohen lately. True beauty. I think he wrote this song about Janis Joplin. Makes me wonder if she actually gave him head. It wouldn't suprise me. I certainly would, if I had the chance, hahah... Not too serious today. Hey, I'm trying here.
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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were talking so brave and so sweet
giving me head on the unmade bed
while the limousines wait in the street
those were the reasons
and that was New York
we were running for the money and the flesh
and that was called love
for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left
ah, but you got away
didn't you, baby?
you just turned your back on the crowd
you got away
I never once heard you say
"I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you,"
and all of that driving around
I remember you well in the Chelsea hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend
you told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me, you would make an exception
and clenching your fists
for the ones like us
who are opressed by the figures of beauty
you fixed yourself, you said,
"well, never mind,
we are ugly, but we have the music,"
and then you got away
didn't you, baby?
you just turned your back on the crowd
you got away
I never once heard you say
"I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you,"
and all of that driving around
Breathtaking. Unearthly, and earthly at the same time. Divine. Epic. Wonderful. If I ever gain the ability to fly, then I'll do it while listening to this. I want to find a hill and watch the winter-sun set or rise, and let the saxophone and the voices and the drums fill me up. Beautiful. I've never felt the urge to go into space before hearing this in the context it's set in; which is Glenn, or Gren, flying towards a place he loves, blackness and stars all around him, blood flowing, life leaving. That scene and this piece of music makes me ache, makes me long for the vast and the empty, and the hope that there might be something far away, but still reachable, that will make the world and the life I'm living mean something. Something other than what I see and feel. Something to do with, oh, I don't know. A plan. Or being seen. Being anything but alone. I want to explore the universe. But I'd never get anywhere. There's too much space. I wish it wasn't so... Enormous. Impossibly large. Infinite. Never-ending.
I long for a time and place where there's only the earth, and the sky above it. Nothing within, nothing beyond.
the food that I'm eating
is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now
I know what it tastes like
so break me to small parts
let go in small doses
but spare some for spare parts
there might be some good ones
like, you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
behind your tonsils
peeking over your molars
you're talking to her now
you've eaten something minty
and you're making that face that I like
and you're going in, in
for the kill, kill
for the killer kiss, kiss
for the kiss, kiss
I need your money
it'll help me, I need your car
and I need your love
so won't you help a brother out?
won't you help a brother out?
won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
just break me to small parts
let go in small doses
but spare some for spare parts
you might make a dollar
dollar, you might make a dollar
so won't you help a brother out?
won't you help a brother out?
won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
just break me to small parts
let go in small doses
but spare some for spare parts
there might be some good ones
you might make a dollar
there might be some good ones
you might make a dollar
the might be some good ones
Such simple words, and they still say so much. A lot of people say many things with few words, and I know I'm in no way the first person to say that about something. However, That doesn't stop me from loving the perfection of it.
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the lights go on, the lights go off
when things don't feel right
I lie down like a tired dog
licking his wounds in the shade
when I feel alive
I try to imagine a careless life
a scenic world where the sunsets are all
breathtaking
breathtaking
Autumn. Reminds me of when I first thought I was discovering my wings, when I tried to shape my life into something urban and sunny, when cups of tea and a good scarf and the smell of Oslo and Grünerløkka filled me up, along with us. The way we were.
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the yellow walls are line with portraits
and I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
all these poses, such beautiful poses
makes any boy feel like picking up roses
there's never been such grave a matter
as comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
all these poses, such beautiful poses
makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
the green autumnal parks conducting
and the city streets, a wondrous chorus singing
all these poses, oh, how can you blame me?
life is a game and true love is a trophy
and you said, "watch my head about it,"
baby, you said, "watch my head about it,
my head about it"
oh no, oh no, oh no
oh no, oh no, no kidding
reclined amongst these packs of reasons
for to smoke the days away into the evenings
all these poses of classical torture
ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone
now I'm drunk and wearing flip flops on Fifth Avenue
once you've fallen from classical virtue
won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you
in the green autumnal parks conducting
and the city streets, a wondrous chorus
singing, "all these poses, now no longer boyish
made me a man, ah, but who cares what that is?"
and you said, "watch my head about it,"
baby, you said, "watch my head about it,
my head about it"
oh no, oh no, oh no
oh no, oh no, well
you said, "watch my head about it,"
baby, you said, "watch my head about it,
my head about it"
oh no, oh no, oh no
oh no, oh no, no kidding
