Wednesday, November 26, 2008

jens lekman


1st december.

i do hope there's a band to back him up.


Tuesday, November 25, 2008

scrabble and chess

that's how i'm keeping myself occupied during the long hours. now i look around thinking of 7 or 8 letter words.

watch me breeze right through this.

Monday, November 17, 2008

time can bring you down

time can bend your knee
time can break your heart
have you begging please.

tears in heaven got me into trouble last week. eric's trademark tune relating to his son conor and his dad.

and now i'm listening to neil young's 'words between the lines of age' and jeff buckley's famous cover, 'hallelujah'.

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

with the birds i share this lonely view.

she seized cecilia's sissy sissors to the seizure point.

i feel guilty for taking every opportunity to make jh feel guilty on monday. could see this coming, but it still sux.

a while back i read anthony keidis' autobiography 'scar tissue'. anthony keidis is the front man of red hot chili peppers. it was shocking at first to read about how he started smoking pot and 'scoring' acid and girls and finding time to form a band and make music. about halfway through the book i realised it was all one big circle of sex, drugs, rehab and touring and it got really boring. heck the sentences read as though he had written them high.

now shu fen has placed eric clapton's autobiography in my hands. it looks like it was written sober at least. which perhaps makes the stories less exciting than anthony's. but i do at least hope it shows more depth to his character. slowhand does at least make music that i want to replicate.

1 year and 1 day left to ord!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

dreaming through the noise.

i think it's been a while since i've put up lyrics.
vienna teng's 'recessional'.

It's so beautiful here, she says,
This moment now, this moment now.
And I never thought I would find her here,
Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed.

She's looking at me, straight dissenter,
No room at all for any other thought.
And I know I don't want this
Oh, I swear I don't want this
There's a reason I don't want this
But I forgot.

In the terminal, she sleeps on my shoulder,
Hair falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead:
Passengers missing, we're looking for you.

And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me,
Face pressed into the corduroy grooves.
Maybe it means nothing
Maybe it means nothing
Maybe it means nothing,
But I'm afraid to move.

And the words, they're everything and nothing;
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks:
Who are you, taking coffee no sugar?
Who are you, echoing street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time?
Oh, words like rain, how sweet the sound.

Well anyway, she says, I'll see you around.

i love the simple, lonely guitar line. fits the story like the final jigsaw puzzle piece. falling into place.



tomorrow i'll be marching down orchard road in my number 1 uniform towards the istana. how exciting.

also, a dialogue between dr. house and dr. wilson while examining house's leg with mri:
Dr. Wilson: [through the loudspeaker] House, this is God.
Dr. House: [in MRI chamber] Look, I'm a little busy right now. Not supposed to talk during these things. Got time Thursday?
Dr. Wilson: Let me check. Oh! I got a plague. What about Friday?
Dr. House: You'll have to check with Cameron.
Dr. Wilson: Oh! Damn it! She always wants to know why bad things happen. Like I'm gonna come up with a new answer this time.
[Cuddy bursts in]
Dr. Cuddy: House...
Dr. House: Quick, God, smite the evil witch! [Wilson wisely says nothing]
Dr. Cuddy: Are you sitting on evidence that your patient was sexually abused by her father?
Dr. House: God, why have you forsaken me?