Song number 2 from Zero 7 in my top 20.
This song is two things. A great intro hook and quirky ‘I love you’ lyrics.
The hook just spirals around in my head, nauseatingly, dizzyingly, trying to take me away to a different world, a world back before I had ever said I love you let alone felt what I now know love to be.
It is distracting. It tries to intoxicate you, and then its vocals draws you in fancy a big house, some kids and a horse, I can not quite but nearly guarantee a divorce. I think that I love you, I think that I do. So go on mister, make Miss me Mrs you.
Continue reading 6 – Zero 7 – Distractions (164)
this really makes me feel old.
i can remember being on year 11 camp and drumming this out on my legs until they bruised, just trying to get the right rhythm
i can remember the thrill of hearing showbiz on the radio because it was my favourite song and i didn’t think i would ever hear it on the radio because they were just some random english band i was interested in
talking about muse is like opening up a minefield.
Continue reading 19. Muse – Uno (132)
“so tired, of playing, playing with this bow and arrow
gonna to give my heart away, leaving to the other girls to play
cos i’ve been a temptress too long.
give me a reason to love you,
give me a reason to be a woman.
i just want to be a woman”
tempting as is it to just sing along with this, to pour my heart out to portishead as i’ve done so many times before, i have to concentrate.
try and bottle these feelings into a concise post which other people can actually understand, and not just a stream of consciousness about how i never felt like i was anything or anyone, and how this song tried to understand me. Continue reading 13. Portishead – Glory Box (140)
so the first thing that i do whenever i write one of these, what i now call “songs that itunes said, mean the most to me” posts, is listen to the song.
and as soon as i turned this on i started smiling.
“i like to dream my troubles are away on a bed of california stars”
i put my hands to cover my mouth, look towards the floor, silently smile to myself,
“i like to lay my weary bones tonight, on a bed, of california stars” Continue reading 11. Billy Brag & Wilco – California Stars (143)
Today just wont end will it.
I really want to get home – into some cosy clothes and blog. Tumblr is quickly becoming addictive… WordPress will still have my serious stuff but to pretend im a teenage fangirl (as opposed to a twenty-something fangirl) its quite cathartic.
I guess i just want to be creative – or have the chance to be creative which just hasnt happened at work today…
I feel like i want something more …
And at the moment tumblrs sense of community is really attractive… Im probably doing it all wrong but its a place to post all my quirks and thoughts without spamming facebook – tumblr people dont have to follow me…
Hah wordpressing about tumblr – i think this officially turns me into an internet nerd…
But i always was – ive been blogging in one form or another for 10 years… Designing websites, making graphics, copying quotes – only difference was i did all the code from scratch and was hosted by geocities (i wonder if that still exists somewhere – all the stories etc)
I just want to finish work so i can be creative.
“Some ideas are not born of logic and good sense. They are made of clouds and cobwebs. They sprout from nowhere and feed on excitement, sprinkled with adventure juice and the sweet flavor of the forbidden. The psyche moves from the realms of the ordinary and takes a delicate step towards the territory of the unknown. We know that we shouldn’t and that is exactly why we do.”
so if i could pick one thing that influenced my writing style the most it would be guitar highway rose by brigid lowry…
actually i think it has probably influenced the narration of my life as well…
i was asked to read it as a way to keep me busy during class when i had finished all my work and didn’t have anything to do… the fact that it was set in perth – was about a young girl who desperately wanted to get her nose pierced (which i did) who loved lists, doc martins, and lace just had me hooked.
and the narrative style was something that i copied time and time again in the stories that i wrote and the way i internally narrated my own life and experiences…
i eventually did get my nose pierced – my doc martins were the first thing i bought with my first ever paycheck (well first two paychecks – they were an expensive item), i still never capitilise my i’s (word auto corrects me – my hand writing is never capitalised)… i still run away at every particular moment… it also got me into the doors in a big big way…
this book really shaped who i turned out to be in many ways…