20090930
20090921
birds, kate nash
she was waitin at the station
he was gettin off the train
he didn't have a ticket so he had to run through the barriors, again
well the ticket inspector saw him rushin through
he said: girl you don't know, how much i've missed you but
we better run, cause i havent got the funds to pay
this fine
she said - fine
so they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus
with two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud
and he said you look well nice
well she was wearin a skirt
and he thought she looked nice and yeah she didn't really care about anything else
because she only wanted him to think that she looked nice
and he did
but he was lookin at her yeah all funny in the eye
she said cmon boy tell me what you're thinkin now, dont be shy
he said alright i'll try
well the stars up in the sky
and the leaves in the trees
all the broken bits that make you trip up and grassy bits inbetween
all the matter in the world is how much i like you
she said: what?
he said let me try and explain again
right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel so scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,
thats how i feel about you
right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel so scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,
thats how i feel about you
right, thats how i feel about you
she said: what?
he said: you
she said: what are you talking about?
he said: you
right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel so scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,
thats how i feel about you
right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel well scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,
thats how i feel about you
right thats how i feel about you
she said: thanks, i like you too
he said: cool
(i just lovelovelooove this song.)
he was gettin off the train
he didn't have a ticket so he had to run through the barriors, again
well the ticket inspector saw him rushin through
he said: girl you don't know, how much i've missed you but
we better run, cause i havent got the funds to pay
this fine
she said - fine
so they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus
with two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud
and he said you look well nice
well she was wearin a skirt
and he thought she looked nice and yeah she didn't really care about anything else
because she only wanted him to think that she looked nice
and he did
but he was lookin at her yeah all funny in the eye
she said cmon boy tell me what you're thinkin now, dont be shy
he said alright i'll try
well the stars up in the sky
and the leaves in the trees
all the broken bits that make you trip up and grassy bits inbetween
all the matter in the world is how much i like you
she said: what?
he said let me try and explain again
right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel so scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,
thats how i feel about you
right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel so scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,
thats how i feel about you
right, thats how i feel about you
she said: what?
he said: you
she said: what are you talking about?
he said: you
right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel so scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,
thats how i feel about you
right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel well scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they're beautiful,
thats how i feel about you
right thats how i feel about you
she said: thanks, i like you too
he said: cool
(i just lovelovelooove this song.)
20090918
decided
i will not be happy until everyone in this world is happy. even though sometimes when im with you, i feel like im the luckiest+happiest person in the world, theres always a tiny spot in my heart that is not happy. how can one be happy when there are people, maybe just some blocks from your home, laying on the ground in the night, having nowhere to stay. there are people in the desert, dieing of thirst and 2miles away people spend millions of dollars in casinos.."trying their luck". TRYING. arent they happy that they earn a living, why do they have to spend millons of dollars to "have fun". im neither saying that they are not good people or egoistic, nor that they dont deserve to have "fun". but arent there other ways to have fun?
what do you think makes homeless people really happy? the same stuff that makes us happy? what makes us happy? when we e.g. see friends that we havent seen for a long time, homeless people would feel the same way as we do in this case. theoratically speaking, we tend to get happy about many material stuff too these times. just think about yourself, wouldnt you be really happy if you "needed" new clothes and you got all of the ones you wanted? "needed" in this case, meaning: in our opinion. not the one of the homeless. do you think they would really care if they got a oversized-batwing-sequin-boyfriend-look-long-sweater? they wouldnt. do you think they would care if they got a caramel-latté, a moccha-latté or a vanilla-latté? or maybe those on ice? we are standing in front of starbucks, thinking of what to get for 5minutes, when we're in there we think of what to get, and when you order what you want, you realize you want sth different. and you want to eat the chocolate-double-ruffle-cuffle-praliné-chocolate-chip-muffin, too. you are not hungry at all, but whatever, you have 4bucks left so you buy it, just because you want to eat something. im not saying that im not like this. this is just how we people are. of course it varies from one to another. i gotta go, have to decide of WHAT TO WEAR TOMORROW.
what do you think makes homeless people really happy? the same stuff that makes us happy? what makes us happy? when we e.g. see friends that we havent seen for a long time, homeless people would feel the same way as we do in this case. theoratically speaking, we tend to get happy about many material stuff too these times. just think about yourself, wouldnt you be really happy if you "needed" new clothes and you got all of the ones you wanted? "needed" in this case, meaning: in our opinion. not the one of the homeless. do you think they would really care if they got a oversized-batwing-sequin-boyfriend-look-long-sweater? they wouldnt. do you think they would care if they got a caramel-latté, a moccha-latté or a vanilla-latté? or maybe those on ice? we are standing in front of starbucks, thinking of what to get for 5minutes, when we're in there we think of what to get, and when you order what you want, you realize you want sth different. and you want to eat the chocolate-double-ruffle-cuffle-praliné-chocolate-chip-muffin, too. you are not hungry at all, but whatever, you have 4bucks left so you buy it, just because you want to eat something. im not saying that im not like this. this is just how we people are. of course it varies from one to another. i gotta go, have to decide of WHAT TO WEAR TOMORROW.
We got obsessions
Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette.
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed
Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm
Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep
One minute I’m a little sweetheart
And next minute you are an absolute creep
We’ve got obsessions
I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you
We’ve got obsessions
All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you
Supermarket, what packet of crackers to pick?
They’re all the same, one brand, one name, but really they’re not
Look, look, just choose something quick
People are staring, time to come quick in (?)
Cheeks are on fire; just choose something, something, something
Pressure overwhelming
Next minute I am turning out of the door, facing one week without food
A day, a day when things are pretty bad
Don’t let it make you feel sad, the crackers were probably bad luck anyway
Can’t let your cold heart be free
When you act like you’ve got an OCD
We’ve got obsessions
I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week
We’ve got obsessions
You never tell me what it is that makes you strong and what it is that makes you weak.
We’ve got obsessions
I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week.
We’ve got obsessions
You never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that made you weak
Makes you weak, makes you weak, make you weak, make you weak, make you weak
Make you…
Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable again
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed
Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm
Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep
One minute I’m a little sweetheart
And next minute you are an absolute creep
We’ve got obsessions
I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you
We’ve got obsessions
All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you
Supermarket, what packet of crackers to pick?
They’re all the same, one brand, one name, but really they’re not
Look, look, just choose something quick
People are staring, time to come quick in (?)
Cheeks are on fire; just choose something, something, something
Pressure overwhelming
Next minute I am turning out of the door, facing one week without food
A day, a day when things are pretty bad
Don’t let it make you feel sad, the crackers were probably bad luck anyway
Can’t let your cold heart be free
When you act like you’ve got an OCD
We’ve got obsessions
I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week
We’ve got obsessions
You never tell me what it is that makes you strong and what it is that makes you weak.
We’ve got obsessions
I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week.
We’ve got obsessions
You never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that made you weak
Makes you weak, makes you weak, make you weak, make you weak, make you weak
Make you…
Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable again
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