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?