Friday Sep 14, 2007

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Caroline laughs and
It's raining all day
She loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place
In the side of our lives
Where nothing is
Ever put straight
She turns herself round
And she smiles and she says
'This is it'

'That's the end of the joke'
And loses herself
In her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk
Through in their coats

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

All of her lovers
All talk of her notes
And the flowers
That they never sent
And wasn't she easy
And isn't she
Pretty in pink
The one who insists
He was first in the line
Is the last to
Remember her name
He's walking around
In this dress
That she wore
She is gone
But the joke's the same

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

Caroline talks to you
Softly sometimes
She says
'I love you' and
'Too much'
She doesn't have anything
You want to steal
Well
Nothing you can touch
She waves
She buttons your shirt
The traffic
Is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She gives you her clothes
These cars collide

Pretty in pink
Isn't she?
Pretty in pink
Isn't she?

SPOILERS! (Click to view)
I'm addicted to those lyrics right now, so I put the rest of my post in a spoiler because I didn't want anything near them.


I have to admit, I am un-musical (I may have admitted this before?)

I own about six CDs some of which I hardly ever listen to and some that I have never listened to at all. It's not that I don't like music, I like live music (fun!!) I like soundtracks (evocative) and I like music while driving (cos then I can sing without anyone hearing my hacksaw-like voice). But I prefer silence.

Music is too emotional, it makes me think more than I want to. It's the sound of a kind of "busyness", of human activity, it's something I have to respond to.

The sound of insects and birds and still air is all I really want to hear. Their noises communicate nothing to me, I don't understand their language so there is nothing I have to respond to.

I used to work on a farm years ago, in summer we would start at about 6am. It was so perfectly quiet, just the noise of the creek, wildlife and the warm sun at my back. I would often be completely on my own and despite working, I felt completely far away.

But I read lyrics all the time. They can make me feel a little too strongly though.



Does anyone remember a movie called The Flamingo Kid? I wish I could find it, I've always been curious about it ever since I saw the poster at the cinema when I was a little kid!! biggrin (it's probably fucking terrible, it does have that eggheady looking guy whathisface in it).

I really wanted this, the scooter in the pic is what has stuck in my mind for about 24 or more years:




Crappy pic, I know frown



It is now Saturday and I have been an unintentional badass...I bought a book (a really good book!!) called "Chariots of Chrome: Classic American Cars of Cuba" it was too interesting not to buy. I also bought my first ever pair of shockingly expensive sunglasses; RayBan Wayfarers. Very cool.



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platypuz:
Fear of rejection is big with me to and yes,i think half my problem is i push epople away so i dont hurt them down the track-i think im not good enough ..I dont mind the vulnarability part but i seem to think if i commit to someone im gonna loose who I am,i know this isnt true but it seems to be how i operate..its very annoying i must add
Thank you for your kind words hon i really appreciate it and as we speak i can feel my darkess getting lighter
thanks again & enjoy dinner tonight kiss
platypuz:
How was dinner ?

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