Sunday 28 February 2010

Ellie Goulding - Every Time You Go

It starts with a picture


And it sits in your frame
And we part with a letter
And it ends in my name
It starts with forever
And it ends with a touch
And I know that you're clever
And I don't ask for much



Maybe we forgot 

All the things we were
We were together 




Wake me up
Wake me up
Stop my fall
Everytime you go
Tape me up
Then break me up
Ever so gently
When I'm my weakest
Then it's not so hard
Everytime you go

You said I'm arresting
You said I had heat
I really tohught that we would go further
The second time we'd meet
Now I'm tired of trying to keep you
All I want to do is sleep
But perhaps when I'm sleeping
You'll get back on your feet

Maybe we forgot, are we awake, or not?
Maybe we forgot...

Decisive Drafting

This is going to change things, and so it needs to be good.

I will write a letter here showing everything I feel, and then once it is all out, I will decide what to do with it.
There might be flowers again. There might be a CD.
There might be the usual cliché rubbish I do to show people I care. But this time it is going to mean something, it won't be done for show. It will finally be for my own benefit, not because I am trying to make anyone think any more or less of me.

Thursday 25 February 2010

Leona Lewis - I Got You

This song is complete and utter pap.
I don't appreciate it at all for it's musical merits.
I don't even like it at all.
But in my current state, the lyrics are relateable and that is why it is here.
In the future, I'm sure I will look this this and think;
WHAT A FUCKING PUSSY YOU WERE.










A place to crash
I Got You 
No need to ask 
I Got You 
Just get on the phone 
I Got You 
Come and pick you up 
If I have to 

Whats weird about it 
Cause were right at the end 
Mad about it 
Just figured it out in my head 
Im proud to say 
I Got U 

Go ahead and say goodbye 
I'll be alright 
Go ahead and make me cry 
I'll be alright 
And when you need a place 
To run to 
For better or worse 
I Got You 

We're falling apart 
Lets be bigger than that 
And remember 
The cold outdoors 
We were both alone 
Both surviving 
No drama no need for a show 
Just wanna say; 
I Got You

Sunday 21 February 2010

Wednesday 17 February 2010

Corinne Bailey Rae - Diving for Hearts




Till then I wasn't alive, 


I longed for you like the lovesick moon pulls the tide. 
So I peeled off my skin, 
I just slipped right in 
And I become alive. 

'Cause down here there's no fear 
There's no cause for panic 
There's just bright cold calm, 
I feel no harm. 
This underwater feeling's abandon and it fires my heart. 

Was it emotion 
Or should I just keep on diving, 
Keep on diving down? 
Under this ocean 
I long to keep on diving, 
Till my heart is found. 
It's got a hold on me. 

Can't forget the things I've seen...

World will all end 
And new worlds will begin 
It's a thought so stark. 
We're at once determinant, 
Yet so insignificant, 
Spinning out in the velvet dark. 

Still, down here 
There's no fear 
There's no cause for panic 
There's just this bright cold calm 
Yeah, it leaves a scar 
So show me how to find again, 
If I'm lost, show me where you are.

Saturday 13 February 2010

'Adrian' by Gihan Tubbeh

Adrian is an autist.

Gihan won the World Press Photo Prize for Adrian's story in 2009.




Musings on Jellyfish



So I watched the film 'Seven Pounds' tonight.

And after all the sentimentality, shmultz, shock plot twists and 'this should make you cry and think about your life' ending, the main thing I got from this is how freaking weird jellyfish are.

I know (and have been told) about how they are probably stunted in some evolutionary way, but my god. What happened? They are barely there. What are they here for?

I often wonder how certain things work, and how certain odd animals or living things survive. Jellyfish sting their prey to death, then pull it up through tentacles and pretty much just decompose it inside themselves. Which may be a backwards, simplistic way of exactly what we do, but it sure as hell looks a lot weirder when they do it.

Don't get me wrong, I ain't no hater. I'm fascinated.

Thursday 11 February 2010

What Happened

I was aimlessly ambling along in this quite nice relationship, and I was content. Happy, and most definitely content. It wasn't blowing my mind instantly like things have before, but I found myself appreciating the fact that I didn't have to worry or assess myself far more of a comfort than the sudden instantness of past relationships.

I literally had no complaints.
So why did this happen? Why did I have to start the test?
I literally can't just let something lie, I have to push it to breaking point so I know it's true value.
And by doing that, I've devalued everything it stood for before.

I want it back, of course I do. I felt totally in control and positive about where it was going. I felt committed, and I will be the first to admit that commitment is something I struggle with. But there is this thing that still has me drawn in. It feels very similar to how it was left before, being stuck in 'limbo' while someone else makes the decision. I'm not even sure how I am in this situation - I was brave, and was the one who stated 'we aren't together now'.

I'm shitting myself, because this was supposed to be a test of how much I should mean to him.
How long is a test supposed to last?
Are we both singing from the same hymn-sheet?
Wait... have we actually broken up?

Shit...

Wednesday 3 February 2010

Won't Go Quietly

"Ignored the warnings,
Bit the fruit.
It might have tasted good....
But man, it was my kryptonite."



Elliot John Gleave aka. Example

Diana Vickers - Once

Yeah... your guess is as good as mine.
I can't explain my turnaround on this at all, other than this song is VERY GOOD.

I know she 'wrote' it (read: nodded along) with Kathy Dennis, who is generally quite good at writing good, but most likely quite throwaway pop songs. Which is pretty much the story of my life.

 And while I know in a month's time this will probably sound like shit to me, I am enjoying it while it lasts.
Long live the claw!

My Soul in a Small Black Box