I don't need no doctor, Because I know what's ailing me
Been too long without my baby, coming down with the misery.
Insert brilliant horns and a kick-ass bass-line and you've got yourself a winner.
And that is the song for tonight.
Got to get some shut-eye for an 8am dance class... :/
I emoticon, because I highly doubt my ability to get there on time/fully dressed. But let's see how I go.
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeace.
(also, thoughts on funny women. yet to come, but watch this space)
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Riding in cars with boys.
It's a movie featuring Drew Barrymore.
It's also something every girl does at least once. What's the appeal?
Freedom.
And so I go back a year and a bit, to an interesting phase filled with; parties, recklessness, getting home at 2am, only to study for the next week's final exams, deep-fried mars bars, loud music, and a lot of lights. Disregard for authority, the belief I knew Exactly what I was doing, restlessness and stupidity. Screaming matches, short-shorts, liberties taken for the sake of art, and always ending up in a secluded place near the water. Probably the most bad-ass I'm ever going to be because, I lived in the same city as my parents, and I always had a back-up plan. But a chapter worth remembering.
I have to wonder if I was getting it all out of my system before Life began and so did responsibility. Because I look back, and can't imagine being the girl that I was now. It's almost as if there's more at stake, or perhaps I'm just more aware of it now. I realised the other day, that no matter which way I spin it, I've left the nest and I have no choice but to be independant. And bold. But no longer in a rebellious, teenage way.
This is much bigger. And much more fulfilling.
It's also something every girl does at least once. What's the appeal?
Freedom.
And so I go back a year and a bit, to an interesting phase filled with; parties, recklessness, getting home at 2am, only to study for the next week's final exams, deep-fried mars bars, loud music, and a lot of lights. Disregard for authority, the belief I knew Exactly what I was doing, restlessness and stupidity. Screaming matches, short-shorts, liberties taken for the sake of art, and always ending up in a secluded place near the water. Probably the most bad-ass I'm ever going to be because, I lived in the same city as my parents, and I always had a back-up plan. But a chapter worth remembering.
I have to wonder if I was getting it all out of my system before Life began and so did responsibility. Because I look back, and can't imagine being the girl that I was now. It's almost as if there's more at stake, or perhaps I'm just more aware of it now. I realised the other day, that no matter which way I spin it, I've left the nest and I have no choice but to be independant. And bold. But no longer in a rebellious, teenage way.
This is much bigger. And much more fulfilling.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Addressing your concerns.
My mother has fears,
for my safety, for my sanity
Maybe even wishes all my madness
could be replaced with simple vanity
But you've shown me
too much about reality
uncovered too much bullshit
for me to pretened there's no gravity
We're all falling down
drowning in Lola's spiral, and
time refuses to hold still
it's quality-less, it all goes viral
Except the lies we
wave aside, the dirty money, the greed
The innocents in 94' all begging
on their knees, prayers go unheeded
No spectacular memorial,
the date wasn't nine-eleven-oh-one, you see
Politics refuses to realise, we're dark
but deep, red blood we also bleed
And I dare you to go to
every school, the syllabus will never read
about the horror, death and loss
they have suffered through, every other creed
Now it's like a dirty word,
the mention of radicality,
and I am speaking revolution, not mathematically
a revolution in the way we think,
the words we dare to speak is what we need
The youth need to be taught how to read,
and how to see beyond the promise of 3D
Beyond the gossip of he and she, and when
their first time having sex will be
Beyond the promise of popularity,
Beyond their possessional prosperity
Beyond their parents expectations,
the importance of attaining that 99.3
outside of this little scoreboard world
lies a much bigger reality, the gravity
We're falling falling, out of time and out of line
the stanzas aren't equal, disconnected and out of time
Because I have many words and I'm in danger of falling out of rhyme
Fingers can't keep up with the fire, my heart's doing doubletime
You taught me how to see,
even taught me how to be,
How transparent the curtain is
that they are using to hide the truth from me
And I cannot stand still,
and say 'this is how the world will always be'
I cannot play it safe for you,
I cannot become deaf or mute,
I cannot live in illusion,
For the sake of both you and me.
for my safety, for my sanity
Maybe even wishes all my madness
could be replaced with simple vanity
But you've shown me
too much about reality
uncovered too much bullshit
for me to pretened there's no gravity
We're all falling down
drowning in Lola's spiral, and
time refuses to hold still
it's quality-less, it all goes viral
Except the lies we
wave aside, the dirty money, the greed
The innocents in 94' all begging
on their knees, prayers go unheeded
No spectacular memorial,
the date wasn't nine-eleven-oh-one, you see
Politics refuses to realise, we're dark
but deep, red blood we also bleed
And I dare you to go to
every school, the syllabus will never read
about the horror, death and loss
they have suffered through, every other creed
Now it's like a dirty word,
the mention of radicality,
and I am speaking revolution, not mathematically
a revolution in the way we think,
the words we dare to speak is what we need
The youth need to be taught how to read,
and how to see beyond the promise of 3D
Beyond the gossip of he and she, and when
their first time having sex will be
Beyond the promise of popularity,
Beyond their possessional prosperity
Beyond their parents expectations,
the importance of attaining that 99.3
outside of this little scoreboard world
lies a much bigger reality, the gravity
We're falling falling, out of time and out of line
the stanzas aren't equal, disconnected and out of time
Because I have many words and I'm in danger of falling out of rhyme
Fingers can't keep up with the fire, my heart's doing doubletime
You taught me how to see,
even taught me how to be,
How transparent the curtain is
that they are using to hide the truth from me
And I cannot stand still,
and say 'this is how the world will always be'
I cannot play it safe for you,
I cannot become deaf or mute,
I cannot live in illusion,
For the sake of both you and me.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Music composition.
Your intro is important, ten seconds to impress
Before I turn you off, and listen to something else
Maybe a little more, if I'm feeling generous
If it's been a long day, and you're not completely rhythm-less
But if your rhythm turns out to be vowel-less
And after the first verse, I can't get into the tune
Then it's time to try and hook me in,
If you're willing to modulate, I can turn it up again
At best, your chorus will be addictive,
and I'll toss and turn and sing it in my sleep
Or you'll get me staying up
Insomniac listening on repeat.
Final verse, and I think you've got me dancing
Lighting up the disco ball, and everything is shining
Midnight comes, the clock's still ticking
I lose track of time, of everything I've been thinking
And I am not interested, in what you could precede,
No track four, or the sound it has to offer me
Because, I am Here, I am in sync with your beat
4:50 minutes later, and your song is complete.
Before I turn you off, and listen to something else
Maybe a little more, if I'm feeling generous
If it's been a long day, and you're not completely rhythm-less
But if your rhythm turns out to be vowel-less
And after the first verse, I can't get into the tune
Then it's time to try and hook me in,
If you're willing to modulate, I can turn it up again
At best, your chorus will be addictive,
and I'll toss and turn and sing it in my sleep
Or you'll get me staying up
Insomniac listening on repeat.
Final verse, and I think you've got me dancing
Lighting up the disco ball, and everything is shining
Midnight comes, the clock's still ticking
I lose track of time, of everything I've been thinking
And I am not interested, in what you could precede,
No track four, or the sound it has to offer me
Because, I am Here, I am in sync with your beat
4:50 minutes later, and your song is complete.
Lines to love.
'Insomniac since way back, see this what I been like
Bacon, eggs and pancakes, eating that at midnight.
Getting up and going hard, I don't need to Enzyte
Come across as very calm, mental state is zen-like
Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type
My girlfriend is very fine, yes she is a ten, right'
LF, at his best, once again.
First two lines speak the truth, and remind me of a lot of people I know.
The third is just funny.
The fourth and fifth are things I like.
The sixth is the sweetest.
And I cannot wait for March 8.
Bacon, eggs and pancakes, eating that at midnight.
Getting up and going hard, I don't need to Enzyte
Come across as very calm, mental state is zen-like
Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type
My girlfriend is very fine, yes she is a ten, right'
LF, at his best, once again.
First two lines speak the truth, and remind me of a lot of people I know.
The third is just funny.
The fourth and fifth are things I like.
The sixth is the sweetest.
And I cannot wait for March 8.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
A thought.
How many people
are you going to claim to love,
Before you realise you actually
dont care about at least 40% of them.
Dont throw words around
because you have the ability of speech
Let something remain sacred, subtle
Pure, even.
Don't throw words around because you are afraid
that somewhere out there is a person who dislikes you.
People dislike people. It's how they work.
Our differences cause us to find others irritating, (overly)dramatic, stupid.
It's human. Nobody is perfect in anyone's eyes.
You're flawed. Probably insecure at times. Like everyone else.
Don't ruin a word like 'love' for a reason like that.
Because there will be a special few, who you actually love
Who will actually catch you when you fall
Who genuinely like you for Who You Are.
Save the big words for them. Make it mean something.
And for everyone else, just leave it at 'like.' That's enough.
are you going to claim to love,
Before you realise you actually
dont care about at least 40% of them.
Dont throw words around
because you have the ability of speech
Let something remain sacred, subtle
Pure, even.
Don't throw words around because you are afraid
that somewhere out there is a person who dislikes you.
People dislike people. It's how they work.
Our differences cause us to find others irritating, (overly)dramatic, stupid.
It's human. Nobody is perfect in anyone's eyes.
You're flawed. Probably insecure at times. Like everyone else.
Don't ruin a word like 'love' for a reason like that.
Because there will be a special few, who you actually love
Who will actually catch you when you fall
Who genuinely like you for Who You Are.
Save the big words for them. Make it mean something.
And for everyone else, just leave it at 'like.' That's enough.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Trouble Sleeping
Title- entirely dedicated to a song. It's been a while. But I love her. (Corrine Bailey Rae, that is. I'm convinced she's one of the sexiest female musicians of our time. And she doesnt have to strip down to get that status) Listen to it!
So today I'm riding on quite a high, and a newfound sense of perspective and confidence. It's been a day of conversation- talking to two people on their commute home in Sydney. So you can blame me for the noisy person on the bus squealing about boys or vegetables. And, talking to my fabulous ex-teacher. Who's just the most brilliant woman I know.
And now I'm pretty happy. Meanwhile, people are trying to guess their colours :)
And there's a brilliant line in the song 'This constant compromise between thinking and breathing.' Not in a scary, going to die way. But you know those moments where everything is so intense and amazing that you forget to breathe? That's what it makes me think of.
Finally, are we sometimes wrong about people? I'm sure the answer is yes. And I'd like to be a big enough person to try again and iron out the creases. So, the future is bright.
And I have no problems admitting the fact that I'm falling in love. With life, with the present, the prospects of the future, and the incredible people in my life. Deeper and deeper and deeper in love :)
So today I'm riding on quite a high, and a newfound sense of perspective and confidence. It's been a day of conversation- talking to two people on their commute home in Sydney. So you can blame me for the noisy person on the bus squealing about boys or vegetables. And, talking to my fabulous ex-teacher. Who's just the most brilliant woman I know.
And now I'm pretty happy. Meanwhile, people are trying to guess their colours :)
And there's a brilliant line in the song 'This constant compromise between thinking and breathing.' Not in a scary, going to die way. But you know those moments where everything is so intense and amazing that you forget to breathe? That's what it makes me think of.
Finally, are we sometimes wrong about people? I'm sure the answer is yes. And I'd like to be a big enough person to try again and iron out the creases. So, the future is bright.
And I have no problems admitting the fact that I'm falling in love. With life, with the present, the prospects of the future, and the incredible people in my life. Deeper and deeper and deeper in love :)
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