bien que mon amour est fou, ma raison calm la doleur dans mon coeur.
il ma dit, d'etre patient et garder l'espoir.

Saturday, 27 November 2010

who's going to shoe your pretty little foot?

who's going to glove your hand? who's going to kiss your red ruby lips, when i'm in that far off land? the pretty little birds do choose sad songs, and they sing around the land. they sing a sad little goodbye song cause they know that i'm going away.
now when my lips are smiling, my heart is full of pain, cause i know when they send me to that far off land, i may never see you again.

Sunday, 15 August 2010

mim and jessie

ah j'taime. Barbeque and cardigans.

Friday, 13 August 2010

entry way song

So don't you say to me
That life's a trap
The future is nothing but a tragedy
'Cause I'll be out of that window
Yeah, I'll start wishing to die again
Just say we're not walking backwards, kid
And show me to the door
And I'll walk behind
Out into the hot sunlight
Where the world's very much alive
Even when I close my eyes

Well, should I admit
That my promise is counterfeit
That I'm careless and childish
And that's all I can hope to be
And would you concede
That I think only of myself
I refuse everybody's help
Who has been reaching out for me
Well, you reach with the soul of a sailor
And the swing of a miner
You have cleared the rock away
Leaving gold there in its place
And it is more than anyone could claim
Oh, with the sense of a banker
And with the touch of a tailor
You saved this life for me
And you have sown it to beauty
And I am grateful now and I will always be

So would you sing with me
The song is all I know
Some truths are told now only in a melody
So I've been writing a new one
Yeah, I've been taking my time with it
It's gonna be so perfect
It's gonna hold all of us inside of it
You will see
If you just add your harmony
I think it would be complete
And be worthy of singing
Becomes a symphony

Yeah, you're the cool of the water
You're the start of the summer
Keep me still like an anchor
In a storm you're the cellar
When I'm heavy with worry make me light as a feather
When I'm deafened by anger you're the song I remember
With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillar
When I'm starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter
You're a poet
And a saint
You are the only one I choose to imitate
Oh, like the love of a father through the eye of a camera
It's this picture I have seen
We're on a sloping hill of green
And you are walking there next to me

Sunday, 8 August 2010

i know you have a heavy heart

i can feel it when we kiss. so many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it.

i'm home. things are feeling strange and difficult.

Friday, 16 July 2010

ne me quitte pas

i leave for france tomorrow. my second home.
jacques brel seems a little appropriate though, i can't help feeling writing letters won't be enough to satisfy my thirst for a certain reciprient. oh god, how i wish i could fall in love with the easy beauty in life, the cheap thrills and garish prettiness. instead i seek out the difficult, the hidden and that which is not mine to take.

ne me quitte pas. il fault oublier. tout peut s'oublier qui s'enfuit deja. oublier le temps, des malentendus, et le temps perdu a savoir comment. oublier ces heures qui tuaient parfois, a coup de pourquoi, le coeur de bonheur.
ne me quitte pas.

don't leave me. forget. everything which has already fled can be forgotten.
forget time, misunderstandings, and the times lost somehow.
forget those times which killed sometimes, by dint of reason, the heart of happiness.
don't leave me.

i've got arms

and i've got arms. let's get together and use those arms.
ohh, time's a wastin'.

Monday, 5 July 2010

I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky,

I'm not as clever as Mark Twain. I'll only buy a book for the way it looks, and then I'll put it on the shelf again. Now I could tell you what I'm thinking but it never seems to do you good. It's beyond me what a girl can see, I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs.

Life is strange. And sad. And beautiful.
And I'm not sure if I will ever understand it, or ever want to.
It's far too... wide. "It's the sky that makes you feel tried, it's a trick to make you see wide. It can all but break your heart in pieces"
I love David Bowie. And Belle & Sebastian.
Today, I was speaking to a boy who'll never read this, about Belle & Sebastian.
He was sweet and nervous and bit my lip when he kissed me, and it made me feel better about everything, about everything that has happened the past few weeks. Life goes on. There will always be another boy that likes Belle & Sebastian and David Bowie.