He's a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here
He's a dying breed
His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes
She's twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything
She's a dying breed
She says I'd prefer the moss
I'd prefer the mouth
A baby of the swamps
A baby of the south
I'm twenty years of clean
And I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean
But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Samson
Once again I found myself listening to the classic lady of the ivory tinkles, Regina Spektor. She just sings the most gorgeous music complemeted with her sensitive, strong and emotional voice of clarity and depth. It's enough to get me into the perfect mood. Probably why I could concentrate in lectures today and ask intelligent questions (or so I thought).
I may not agree with her Theology however her song 'Samson' is absolutely stunning and it hits the heart every time. It's amazing how some people can look at life in such different ways. What is actually going through some peoples minds when they write stuff like that? What gets their thoughts to such a provoking level of intimacy and purity, where they can express their thoughts in a perfect portrait of poetry that can be understood by anyone who hears them. Clearly a talent I don't possess. If you understood what I just said then good on you! Listen to her, absorb it! *:) Especially Samson and The Call!
On a different foot...got my marks back today and they were GREAT! What a relief! Yay for good marks! *:) Check you all on the flip side! TIll next time...
I may not agree with her Theology however her song 'Samson' is absolutely stunning and it hits the heart every time. It's amazing how some people can look at life in such different ways. What is actually going through some peoples minds when they write stuff like that? What gets their thoughts to such a provoking level of intimacy and purity, where they can express their thoughts in a perfect portrait of poetry that can be understood by anyone who hears them. Clearly a talent I don't possess. If you understood what I just said then good on you! Listen to her, absorb it! *:) Especially Samson and The Call!
On a different foot...got my marks back today and they were GREAT! What a relief! Yay for good marks! *:) Check you all on the flip side! TIll next time...
Monday, July 5, 2010
Once upon a time
It was a most beautiful day in Norwegialand, day 4 of the roadtrip. Trying to get away from all the tourists they headed down a small road which was later found out to be a dead end road. After stopping to try sort out the scary noise that the car was making (the exhaust was about to fall off) they found a stunning spot next to a pool. All the snow left on the mountains was melting and there were hundreds of rivers and streams running down which really set the scene, a contrast of snow and green forests on the dramatic mountains. It was quiet a journey getting from the road side of the pool to the 'perfect' spot which seemed to be caught in a ray of heavenly light suspended above the sweet flowing waters from the mountains.
After sharing in a late morning breakfast picnic and drinking from the crystal waters he moved over and... bumped over the berry jam! A huge blob of red sticky jam lost to the ground, so she had to settle with chocolate spread! :)
Things calmed down after that and he moved again...this time onto his knee (ah so sweet). 'Jade', he said, 'Will you marry me?' 'Maybe,' she said, with a little smile across her lips. And before any more words were said he twirled her finger with a piece of string, sealing it with a bow, just as was expected. To her surprise he pulled out a necklace made of string as well, 'I made you a necklace too!' he said, and slipped it over her head. As she looked down she saw a shiny ring hanging down from it.
They embraced
They kissed
She giggled... a lot... out of surprisedness
They kissed
He slipped the ring over her finger as she pulled the string away
They kissed
They spent the rest of the morning sitting in the sunlight looking out over the pool of water and across the mountains, before continuing on their journey through the valley, to the dead end and back, through tunnels and to Geiranger where they only just escaped the clutches of the tourists and then beside a stunning blue icy lake.
They shared an interesting pizza in a nearby town and settled down again at the waters edge with a tent and some fresh water fishing and a good nights sleep...in the land of the midnight sun!
After sharing in a late morning breakfast picnic and drinking from the crystal waters he moved over and... bumped over the berry jam! A huge blob of red sticky jam lost to the ground, so she had to settle with chocolate spread! :)
Things calmed down after that and he moved again...this time onto his knee (ah so sweet). 'Jade', he said, 'Will you marry me?' 'Maybe,' she said, with a little smile across her lips. And before any more words were said he twirled her finger with a piece of string, sealing it with a bow, just as was expected. To her surprise he pulled out a necklace made of string as well, 'I made you a necklace too!' he said, and slipped it over her head. As she looked down she saw a shiny ring hanging down from it.
They embraced
They kissed
She giggled... a lot... out of surprisedness
They kissed
He slipped the ring over her finger as she pulled the string away
They kissed
They spent the rest of the morning sitting in the sunlight looking out over the pool of water and across the mountains, before continuing on their journey through the valley, to the dead end and back, through tunnels and to Geiranger where they only just escaped the clutches of the tourists and then beside a stunning blue icy lake.
They shared an interesting pizza in a nearby town and settled down again at the waters edge with a tent and some fresh water fishing and a good nights sleep...in the land of the midnight sun!
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