Wow, it's been awhile. Well I'm sick right now or I'd blog about a year of blog posts I could have made and didn't, but I was just lazily browsing my bookmarks between coughs and sneezes and found this place. Maybe I'll update it more often.
Over the hill of brown is a red dawn,
A fireball glows, and seeps blood,
Drip, and drip again, it wont run dry,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.
There's a tree in a yard, it's alone,
It's twilight, and the bark glows,
Eeerie grey, scares it's friends away,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.
Beneath the sea there's a peak,
It rises bodly, permeating flat,
It's archaic, wise and stern,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.
There's a twinkle nigh that sky,
Burning with fury in its spot,
Night after night it shimmers,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.
There's a word on that page,
Its meaning is elderly, it's tested,
Its true, studied, they call it just,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.
That book there, in your hand,
You read, what do you grasp,
Just what you intend to find,
It's cold, there is no warmth in it.
Over the hill of brown is a red dawn,
A fireball glows, and seeps blood,
Drip, and drip again, it wont run dry,
It's cold, there is no life in it.
At
the end of the book I die.
I don't want to write it, not another
word.
I want to sit in the wind and laugh
I want to be in this
place and feel.
The actions I take write for me
I can't stop
it, but I'd try.
Even a legacy immortal, I can't enjoy
For
eternities beyond infinity I lie
My elements touch ends of
galaxies
Just as before they became mine
They forgot me long
before light ended.
The existence now vast, empty, and cold
Our
material particles spread too thin
Worlds ended long before the
atom
Gravity is irrelevant and defeated
The laws of nature lose
their canvas
While there is nothing to view the empty place.
No
one knows I existed in space
A sad future, but there is no time
No
account of when, what, why
The mind had it's time, long passed
The
universe doesn't exist without inhabitants
The book ended without
The End
And I didn't exist in it.
Well.
Yes!
Yes! Wolf! Of the Patrick variety!
MARVELLOUS.
Again I went along with my dear twin and neither of us was very impressed with the primary school teacher - wannabe Bjork.
Just dire.
But not the worst either of us have ever seen.
But... PATRICK WOLF.
What an awesome sound.
I was most taken aback.
He can sing.
And he can play numeorus instruments.
AND.
A MacBook is essential to his music.
Splendid.
I am in love.
I must purchase his albums.
I am enjoying music once more.
And now... Do I go to Pop Levi tomorrow?
I can't decide..
I can't decide..
Oh! How I missed music.
Why is it I always adore rediscovering it?
How do I lose it in the first place?
I guess I am alone this week.. Have more time to explore.. And my music adoring alter ego has escaped once more.
And I forgot how much I loved her.
Stay a while won't you dear?
Last night I went with my dear twin to go and see The Bluetones.
Neither of us are hardcore fans.
We were kind of bored by them in fact.
They're the UK's answer to Weezer but Weezer are a little cooler.
In their defence they have written a most beautiful and mesmerizing song called "Sleazy Bed Track".
I think thats what it was called.
But goodness it made me melt.
And was just so beautiful.
The band I was in fact taken with was "The Hot Puppies".
Sizzling songs.
A guitarist who looks like Morrissey.
A drummer who makes the most hilarious facial expressions.
A bassist who kind of hid from my sight.
A synth player who just looked splendid.
And a vocalist?
A vocalist to fall in love with.
A vocalist with the ability to capture an audience and make you feel the words she is singing.
A vocalist of Karen-O esque talent.
Oh! And did I mention she has a simply FANTASTIC voice?
And the music?
Well goodness. My twin and I looked at one another and "The Long Blondes" with a huge BUT escaped our lips.
We like The Hot Puppies a hell of a lot more.
We could think of four note-worthy tracks that The Long Blondes had produced and were simply amazed at how much we enjoyed ALL of The Hot Puppies set.
Tantalising synth sounds added to tease our ears combined with the general indie-esque feel not to mention Becky's vocals made this a perfect set for me.
And now all I can hear in my head is The Hot Puppies.
And its not too much of an issue...
Whatever happened to that odd boy I used to know.
He kind of left me in the dark.
And I am making reconnections with the past.
With people I used to know.
And it is kind of nice.
And I have decided I don't want to let the people I love and adore disappear.
That must call me, write me letters, text me, appear on my doorstep.
I want to know crazy people who would jump on a plane to see me spur of the moment like.
Just if I called them up and told them I was having a mental time and I missed them.
People who don't find it weird to jump on a train to anywhere and just have a bit of a laugh on the ride.
The kind of people who like to dress up and weird people out.
People... Who are different.
Different to each other, different to me - people who I probably won't agree with all the time.
But people who are just there and are real and will always strike up a conversation with me.
I sat on a chair today in the middle of a crowded room and no one so much as said hello.
Those are the kind of people I want to leave behind.
Just because... I'm not cool anymore.
Yes. Cambridge School of Art (APU) accepted me.
Pretty much unconditionally as I have to do no work to achieve 220 points.
So its a given. I'm in.
Who's next?
"You'll find it hiding in shadows
You'll find it hiding in cupboards
It will walk you home safe every night
It will help you remember
If that's way it is
Then that's the way it is
I still feel you and the taste of cigarettes
What could I ever run to
Just tell me it's tearing you apart
Just tell me you cannot sleep
And you didn't even notice
When the sky turned blue
And you couldn't tell the difference
Between me and you
And I nearly didn't notice
The gentlest feeling
You are the bluest light"
Why does this remind me of something?
Something stirs in the back of my mind and I continue to listen in the hope whatever it is will surface.
Mmmm. Odd.
