Today, the world was a big blue box.
On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
With the mirror reflection
I'm dancing with myself
When there's no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself
If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself
So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself
You know, I'm not terribly happy with this journal entry. I listed the lyrics to a billy idol song I've had stuck in my head all day and said something nebulous about a blue box and how it related to. . . diurnal patterns. I really really would like to write something more coherhent, more entertaining, more enjoyable on the whole, but I'm just way to tired.
Please forgive me.
And also, if you stop by drop a note. It's always been a fantsy of mine to have a journal entry that gets two pages worth of commments. Oooooooh, I just got a SHIVER! heh.
On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
With the mirror reflection
I'm dancing with myself
When there's no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself
If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself
So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself
You know, I'm not terribly happy with this journal entry. I listed the lyrics to a billy idol song I've had stuck in my head all day and said something nebulous about a blue box and how it related to. . . diurnal patterns. I really really would like to write something more coherhent, more entertaining, more enjoyable on the whole, but I'm just way to tired.
Please forgive me.
And also, if you stop by drop a note. It's always been a fantsy of mine to have a journal entry that gets two pages worth of commments. Oooooooh, I just got a SHIVER! heh.