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ask me ask me ask me ask me

Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You’d like to

Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You’d like to

So, if there’s something you’d like to try
If there’s something you’d like to try
Ask me I wont say no, how could I?

Kindness is nice, and
Kindness can stop you
From saying all the things in
Life you’d like to

So, if there’s something you’d like to try
If there’s something you’d like to try
Ask me I wont say no, how could I?

Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg

Ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me

Because if it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
the bond, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together

Nature is a language – can’t you read ?
Nature is a language – can’t you read ?

So, ask me, ask me, ask me,
Ask me, ask me, ask me

Because if it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together

If it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb
Then it’s the bomb
That will bring us together

So, ask me, ask me, ask me,
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Oh, la…

I naturally associate this song now with Purple Sneakers; specifically me dancing very badly to it after getting very excited they were playing the Smiths and Luke laughing at me.

I love that Morrissey writes about shyness. Nobody really writes about it much, directly. He also described “How Soon is Now” as being about shyness. That’s really the appeal of the Smiths- you can talk all about how their music is sad, and depressing, and often self-pitying, but it’s music that you can empathise with. Everyone at some point can relate to a Smiths song. And I love that Morrissey is just such a brilliant song writer that Smiths songs always take on different dimensions depending on circumstances and mood. All different events in my life can be defined in terms of Smiths songs, for different reasons. Any time I listen to any Smiths song there is always some relation I find to my life, to my circumstances, to events that have shaped me.

Yes, I am obsessive in my love for the Smiths. And unabashed.

(I still think Morrissey and I could make amazing, amazing babies. MORRISSEY, CALL ME)

I know It’s Over

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Oh …
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la …
I know it’s over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
“If you’re so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know …
‘Cause tonight is just like any other night
That’s why you’re on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they’re in each other’s arms…”
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my …
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my …

(my favourite of all Smiths songs)

This Charming Man

Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?

When in this charming car
This charming man

Why pamper life’s complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “it’s gruesome
That someone so handsome should care”

Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “it’s gruesome
That someone so handsome should care”
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man …
Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man …

Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

Hand in Glove

Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it’s not like any other love
This one is different – because it’s us

Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon
How near you stand to me

And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care

Kiss My Shades

Hand in glove
The Good People laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we’ve something they’ll never have

Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we’ve something they’ll never have

And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care

Kiss My Shades … oh …

So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I’ll fight to the last breath

If they dare touch a hair on your head
I’ll fight to the last breath

For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer

But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I’ll probably never see you again
I’ll probably never see you again
I’ll probably never see you again
Oh …

There is a Light that Never Goes Out

Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
And they’re young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don’t drop me home
Because it’s not my home, it’s their
Home, and I’m welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure – the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
(But then a strange fear gripped me and I
Just couldn’t ask)

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one, da …
Oh, I haven’t got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure – the privilege is mine

Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

Shoplifters of the World Unite

Learn to love me
Assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow and always
My only weakness is a list of crime
My only weakness is … well, never mind, never mind

Oh, shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over
Hand it over
Hand it over

Learn to love me
And assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow, and always
My only weakness is a listed crime
But last night the plans of a future war
Was all I saw on Channel Four

Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over
Hand it over
Hand it over

A heartless hand on my shoulder
A push – and it’s over
Alabaster crashes down
(Six months is a long time)
Tried living in the real world
Instead of a shell
But before I began …
I was bored before I even began

Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Take over

Last Night I Dreamt Somebody Loved Me

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?

The story is old – I KNOW
But it goes on
The story is old – I KNOW
But it goes on

Oh, GOES ON
And on
Oh, goes on
And on

Stop If Me If You Think That You’ve Heard This One Before

Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve
Heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before

Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
…Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love

I was delayed, I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said lied I’d to her ?

Oh, who said I’d lied because I never ? I never !
Who said I’d lied because I never ?
I was detained, I was restrained
And broke my spleen
And broke my knee
(and then he really laced into me)
Friday night in Out-patients
Who said I’d lied to her ?

Oh, who said I’d lied ? – because I never, I never
Who said I’d lied ? – because I never

Oh, so I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor …
…I drank more

Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve
Heard this one before
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before

Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
…Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love

How Soon Is Now

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Oh, of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die

When you say it’s gonna happen “now”
Well, when exactly do you mean ?
See I’ve already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

Still Ill

I decree today that life
Is simply taking and not giving
England is mine – it owes me a living
But ask me why, and I’ll spit in your eye
Oh, ask me why, and I’ll spit in your eye
But we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore
No, we cannot cling to those dreams

Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body ?
I dunno…

Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although I ended up with sore lips
It just wasn’t like the old days anymore
No, it wasn’t like those days
Am I still ill ?
Oh …
Am I still ill ?
Oh …

Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body ?
I dunno…

Ask me why, and I’ll die
Oh, ask me why, and I’ll die
And if you must, go to work – tomorrow
Well, if I were you I really wouldn’t bother
For there are brighter sides to life
And I should know, because I’ve seen them
But not very often …
Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although I ended up with sore lips
It just wasn’t like the old days anymore
No, it wasn’t like those days
Am I still ill ?
Oh …
Oh, am I still ill ?
Oh …

Rusholme Ruffians

Very old friend
Came by today
As he was telling everyone in town
Of all the love that he’d just found

And Marie’s the name (of his latest flame)

Talked and talked
And I heard him say
That she had the longest blackest hair
Prettiest green eyes anywhere

And Marie’s the name (of his latest flame)

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is Famous
She is Funny
An engagement ring
Doesn’t mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone …
…But my faith in love is still devout

The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It’s a hideous trait (on her mother’s side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It’s a hideous trait (on her mother’s side)

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone …
…But my faith in love is still devout

Then someone falls in love
And someone’s beaten up
Someone’s beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone’s beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone …
…But my faith in love is still devout

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : “How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?”
La …

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : “How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?”
La …

So … scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Oh …

And though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
La …

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you’re the piece of gold that flashes on my soul

silversun pickups “lazy eye” video makes me want to dance (sway) languidly. i love music that isn’t typically dance but has that languid rhythm that is actually really sexy.

(it reminds me of the downunder in port macqaurie for various reasons. ahem.)

such songs include :

‘heart’s a mess’ by gotye. oh this song is so close to my heart. so amazing live. so fucking beautiful. its beauty jusk flows throughout the music.

‘i’ve been thinking’ by cat power and the handsome boy modelling school. jazzy, sexy… i don’t know what else to say. except that cat power is sex personified and i want to be her.

‘pulse’ by the mess hall. thisone especially. and the music video is to die for. eerie and beautiful.

‘i’m alive’ by love and rockets. sexiness personified. a bit of that 80’s indie sound.

‘the pyramid song’ by radiohead. oh fuck this song is stunning, there is no other way to describe it. it elicits this intense emotional and physical response. very few aural pieces are capable of that. thom yorke is something special.the same for ‘talk show host’ (the one from Romeo+Juliet). that song sends chills through me. it eradicates the need for words, for thoughts. you just feel the song. the subtle passion. the longing that manifests.

I jumped in the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
All the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

I jumped into the river
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

‘amylase’ by cajun party. i love this little band and their indiepop?? music. it’s lovely and fun and pretty and a bit ugly in its way, in other songs.

‘maps’ by the yeah yeahs. i could listen to this song over and over and over.

‘love will tear us apart’ by joy division

anything by the smiths.

oddly enough, cinema strange, specifically ‘the red and silver fantastique’. kind of gothic, ambient, but strangely sexy. also partial to ‘lindsay’s trachea’

and of course of course, who could resist the non-english accents of the teenagers’ “homecoming”. ooh they are “totally awesome. oh my GOD, i think i’m in love.” such a brazen parody of typically sleazy englishmen (is that a real stereotype? sleazy french men yes. i think those gorgeous, fabulous french men are getting revenge for that particular stereotype). or at least ditzy american girls. and also “scarlett johansson”.

‘sexy boy’ by air

most things by air really. especially ‘run’. which i will always associate with veronica mars. also ‘playground love’, now that is a beautifully sexy ryhthm.

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You’re my playground love

Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body reeling
Time’s no matter, I’m on fire
On the playground love

You’re the piece of gold
That flashes on my soul
Extra time, on the ground
You’re my playground love

Anytime, anywhere,
You’re my playground love.

and the virgin suicides. amazing. i must read the book. the movie is amazing. i know everyone says it but really, it is just a lovely little movie.

so i’ve decided i have a bizarre idea of sexy. but then i’m also not the kind of girl who goes for tall, “hot”, blond, (vapid), typically attractive men. so this is not unexpected.

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they’re sad and young, and they’ll be sad and young forever

9th jan 2009

“are you happy right now?”

“yes.”

“no, i mean, in your life, right now, are you happy?”

“…yes. yes i am.”

so i realised, i am extremely happy with my life right now. soon i will be in sydney, as i’ve waited for, for so long. but even now, i’m doing things that i’ve been wanting to do for a long time, but couldn’t, physically or just mentally; things i wasn’t brave enough to do. things that don’t particularly garner much approval from my friends, which i understand, but things that make me happy.

wanting to be a writer, i think life experience is necessary. yeah, you  can write by living vicariously, but that doesn’t compare to being able to write authentically. hubert selby, he is my biggest inspiration. he had such a fucked up life and took that and wrote about fucked up things, but made them, through his own experiences, and his inner strength, and his innate talent, really beautiful.

my biggest fear is mediocrity and just the mundane. give me the fucked up, the crazy, the stupid.

this song epitomises, to me, the kind of life i dread.

cat power- ‘fate of the human carbine’

Thinks of money all the time
Doing it to annoy her
She’s on his conscience day and night
So he acts like her employer

They all come and peep through a hole in the wall
Keep the bastards guessing

He likes to take the long way home
It’s another fine decision
From six to seven he’ll be all alone
So he turns on televison
Doesn’t even notice as the hours roll by
Gets lost inside the screen
Watches the film about the evening sky
It was someone else’s dream

Oh come and peep through a hole
Keep the bastards guessing
All come and peep through a hole in the wall
Just to watch his heart undressing
They all come and peep through a hole in the wall
Because you look so impressive

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i spend too much time listening to indie pop and reading fashion blogs.

favourite song of the moment is ‘milk is politics’ by the deirdres, so damn catchy and fun! actually, this might be tied with ‘homeless club kids’ by my favorite, definitely have to find more of their music! they’ve got this great 80’s sound; this song just makes me want to dance (well, drunken sway dance in any case) while holding a cigarette in one hand and a glass of vodka in the other. the lyrics are really… i don’t know, they’re beautifully melancholy, i love it.

“homeless club kids” my favorite

When the dance floor’s full all the kids look so beautiful.

When the dance floor’s full all the kids look indivisible.

The disremembered stars of architectural disasters.

The disremembered stars as bright and lost as fireflies in jars.

Do you really want to stay amongst these starving stowaways?

Do you really want to stay lost?

When the dance floor clears, I take a pack of matches as a souvenir.

When the dance floor clears, I walk home alone with their voices still in my ears.

The ghosts of dead teenagers sing to me while I am dancing.

They’re sad and young, and they’ll be sad and young forever.

And I cry until I throw up.


also partial to ‘moscow nights’ by the feelies.

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callous heels numbed in travel; endless maps made by their scalpels.

29th dec 2008

i’ve been so up and down with my emotions today, for all sorts of reasons, manifesting from me just thinking too much about everything and everyone. but right now i’m pretty good, smiling, actually.

i wrote out this long, long, long and extremely self-revealing explanation of why i felt so shit today; mainly about boys and leaving and feeling pretty lonely. it made me feel better, but i deleted it. stuff like that is always good, it helps you rationalise your own emotions; to figure out why i was crying in the shower about not being missed when i go to sydney even though i know i will and all sort of fundamentally irrational shit.

so right now i’m listening to at the drive-in, i have all of their albums, but haven’t listened to them in ages. they’re pretty amazing, i lovelovelovelove their lyrics.

This song, which is about the dead women of juarez, through a long twisted path of research actually inspired my extension history major work (i am that cool), and fanned the flames of my interest in mexican culture, especially the place of women.

http://www.revcom.us/a/v24/1161-1170/1166/juarez.htm

actually some stuff from my research (off the top of my head): ciudad juarez is a city in mexico, quite close to the border with america. it is a hub of factories, especially “maquiladoras”, $55 a week assembly plants, operated by huge corporations with vast wealth; some of the wealthiest in the world, in fact. 70% of workers are women and girls, some as young as only 13 years old.

at least 370 women, most of them factory workers, almost all of them young, slim, pretty, with long dark hair, have been raped and murdered here since 1993. 500 are still missing.  yet despite this, little is done to protect the scores of women who continue to arrive in juarez desperate for even the minute amount of money maquiladora work can provide; nor seek or bring to justice whoever is doing this to these women. every 12 days, a woman goes missing, yet authorities have only responded due to mounting pressure from advocacy groups and international authorities, and have largely scapegoated and made excuses.

yet from this has emerged a strong consciousness of the need for women to protect women, with many advocacy groups being created. not just in terms of this horrific violence, but the violence and misogyny that permeates much of mexico. in 2002 a law was made in chiahuahua (where ciudad juarez is located) where sentences for rape could be reduced if the victim “provoked” them. this is symptomatic of the base problems of a society where a husband cannot be charged with raping his wife and domestic violence is rarely prosecuted; where even the attorney general said that murder and rape victims brought it on themsleves by dressing provocatively. clearly, violence against women is not taken seriously, as the inattention by authorities to these murders ilustrates. this has catalysed a greater awareness amongst the women of mexico to their rights and responsibility to fight for themselves against violence and misogyny.

the things you write at 1 in the morning.

at the drive-in. pretentious, perhaps, but brilliant? undeniable.

Invalid Litter Dept.

Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

Yeah, they had plans for him
But they had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
While the guillotine just laughed again.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
An anaesthetic penance beneath
The hail of contraband.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes.)

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

They had defected and been excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted,
And they made sure the obituaries
Showed pictures of smoke stacks.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

A vivid dissection that mocked
The strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

In the company of wolves
Was a stretcher made of
Cobblestone curfews.
And the federales performed
Their custodial customs quite well.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes.)

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

Well, yeah, they had plans for him
But they had spun the last of the pimps
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
While the guillotine just laughed again.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes…)

And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
An anaesthetic penance beneath
The hail of contraband.
(Dancing on the corpse’s ashes.)

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.

On my way…
Dancin’ on the corpse’s ashes…
Dancin’ on the corpse’s ashes…

Callous heels,
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels.
Scalpels.

Callous heels,
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels.

Scalpels…

Catacombs

Lark throated spit through beaks tonight
These gagging chirps were written in disguise
What’s that sound?
Caskets floating

Hey you, did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb
And you would you ever attempt to kick from inside this womb
Hey you, would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils
And in case you haven’t noticed, we’re already dead

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

Pendulum swing through tantrum slits
This scalpel’s gaze untamed won’t feel romantic
What’s that sound?
Caskets floating

In laymen’s terms sewn through matrimony

Hey you, did you ever intend to
Hey you, did you ever intend to
Hey you, did you ever intend to
Hey you, did you ever intend to

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

What’s that sound coming?
What’s that sound I hear coming?

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

One-Armed Scissor

Yes this is a campaign,
slithered entrails
in the cargo bay
Neutered is the vastness
Hallow vacuum check the
oxygen tanks.
They hibernate
but have they kissed the ground
pucker up and kiss the asphalt now
Tease this amputation
splintered larynx
it has access now

cut Away, cut Away
Send transmission
from the one-armed scissor
cut away, cut away

Banked on memory.
Mummified circuitry,
Skin graft, machinery,
Sputnik sickles found in the seats

Self-destruct sequence
this station is non-operational
Species growing
Bubbles in an IV loitering

Unknown origin
Is this the comfort of being afraid?
Solar eclipsed
Black out the vultures
as they wait

cut away, cut away
Send transmission
from the one-armed scissor
(get Away, get Away)

Dissect a trillion sighs away
Will you get this letter?
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember
Cause I’m a million miles away,
Will you get this letter?
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember…
I write to remember…
My right to remember…

cut away, cut away
Send transmission
from the one-armed scissor
cut away, cut away
(cut away cut away cut away cut away)

Cosmonaut

we sample from the shelves
tore a page out from this chapter
deface the essays in the book that you’re reading
we are the leaches that stop the bleeding
deficit attention program
by any means necessary
blare sirens to the library
whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary

is it heavier than air – tell us, is the black box lying?
is it heavier than air – tell us, is the black box lying?

aeronautics hacked
the spine of paragraphs
prepare to indent, a coma that read-
floating in a soundproof costume
here comes the monolith
brass knuckles for the hissie fit
an abbreviation for the landing of fleets
incoming

is it heavier than air – tell us, is the black box lying?
is it heavier than air – tell us, is the black box lying?

position the stitches – like miles of torpedoes
permission was hinted
lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold

is it heavier than air – am i supposed to die alone?
is it heavier than air?
is it heavier than air – am i supposed to die alone?
is it heavier than air?

position the stitches – like miles of torpedoes
permission was hinted
lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold

position the stitches – like miles of torpedoes

Pattern Against User

the proposition
handcuffed to the park bench
hypodermic people poking
fun at the living
please lift the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of living
are we just infants
that are ripe for the training
the opposition
can’t feel the tenticle reach
suction cup the numb arms
of the elderly
please lift the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of living
let these walkers trip on
endless proof

pattern against user- dilated
bastard waiting for nothing
circus carny guarding
the gates of heaven
like stuck in limbo abduction
wormed our way through
distant earth

this intuition
limps with the cane of suspicion
folding space in the crease
of this page
it takes the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of-
trickling the ticking of this
grandfather clock
the opposition
can’t feel the tenticle reach
suction cup the numb arms of
the elderly

chorus

and if this clock keeps ticking away
will time be hesitated
of all the minutes that were
taken away
will your watch be waiting
sand falls through
time portals
these landfills – immortal
and if this clock keeps
beating down
let the branded time
keep playing
of all the minutes that
were taken away
will your watch be waiting

fuck i love them, but i hate the mars volta! i guess i just prefer the sound of at the drive-in, they’re… i don’t know, i like their energy, as well as their lyrics. seeing them live would be so awe-inspiring, i’ve seen many youtube clips, they’re crazy on stage.

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21st dec 2008

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i can’t believe how different i am from even like… 3 months ago. i swear my confidence has just like tripled (i’m not even like super-confident now, i was just so bad back then).

i like seeming like the goodest little good girl, the smart girl, the nice girl, the girl that seems so innocent (i have seriously actually been called innocent by a guy).

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$10 op shop dress with sideways robots made out of tessellating shapes.

oh yeah some guy fully grabbed my arse in altitude and winked at me.

my knees are so fucked up. my throat hurts. my feet still hurt. fuck i love nights out.

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33 days!!!!!!!

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“ice-cream is gonna save the day!” muscles, i love you.

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fuck i love morrissey!

“first of the gang to die”

You have never been in love,
Until you’ve seen the stars,
reflect in the resevoires

And you have never been in love,
Until you’ve seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind

We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you’re standing on our street..

…where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Oh my.
Where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die.

You have never been in love,
Until you’ve seen sunlight thrown
over smashed human bones

We are the pretty petty thieves,
And you’re standing on our street..

…where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and a bullet in his gullet
the first last lad under the sod.

And he stole from the rich and the poor
and the not-very-rich and the very poor
and he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
he stole all hearts away
….

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“honey you know where to find me”

I’m not gonna cry for the things that never occurred
So do not remind me
I’m happy to be as I was in the first place

Honey, you know where to find me
Honey, you know where to find me
Kicking away from the mundane everyday
La la la la la

The envy is beyond me
I’m not gonna pine for the things that can never be mine
Do not expect me to
I am happy to be who I was in the first place

Honey, you know where to find me
Honey, you know where to find me
Kicking away from the mundane everyday
La la la la la

The future is around me
I see it, I seize it, I use it, I throw it away
Because I’m happy to be like I was in the first place

Honey, you know where to find me
Honey, you know where to find me
Running away from the mundane
La la la la la

Oh, honey you know where to find me
Honey, you know where to find me
Honey you find how to know me
Oh, la la la la la la la

mozzy

i miss my graphics tablet ]=

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haha there are still those party popper things from my birthday in my backyard.

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15th dec 2008

i was reading my entries on livejournal about my drunk new years eve escapades with ellie… i miss that girl! its going to be so great when she comes back (probably not so much for her, as she loves japan, but i’m selfish hey and i want my chinpoko back). its going to be so weird, we’re all going to have changed so much… but it will be amazing, i can’t wait to hear of her adventures, and fill her in on any gossip she might lack.


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(oh perrin, fuck that girl is amazingly talented)

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you’re eating onions, you’re spotting dimes!

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FRANZ! FRANZ KAFKA!

“If Franz Kafka were Mexican, he would be a Costumbrista writer”

I’m so stealing that, i’m so saying it in my international studies course when i’m studying mexico.

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i’ll find that Sartre book i was skimming when procrastinating on study (best way to procrastinate hey?)

“if one doesn’t give one’s life for something, they end up giving it for nothing”

“indeed, what is the sense in living? time is merely a tedious illusion, everything is already here, his future is only an eternal present and, since his death is at the end- his death and only deliverance- since, in short, he is already dead, already guillotined, better to finish it straight away. to faint, to slip through their fingers…”

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i want to marry him, or at least make sweet, sweet love to him. overture is the most wonderful song, the magic position, oh my! i still haven’t listened to this properly… when i’m in the mood i’m sure it will blow me away, he is so wonderful!

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so i realised i really like music that’s kinda precious and twee (soko, kimya dawson, beirut, patrick wolf, are all acts i would say are pretty damn precious). so i’ve been reading up on this “twee” scene, this indie-pop scene. i have to say, it appeals very much to me. it has led me to a lot of really cool music and i lovelovelove the fashion, its all stuff i’d wear. boys in cardigans are also total win (which reminds me, cutest boy at fotsun in a cardi and old man hat, he did a wink and little comment at sam, nawwwh). “twee as fuck” is an excellent call too.

i want more cardigans now… they are the greatest thing i must say.

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wonderfully adorable shirt i got at fotsun. i don’t know whether i’m more annoyed or secretly happy that i bought an m without trying it on, but it’s kinda too big; weird, as i wear a size 12. oh well, its still good, i’m still in love.

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read about 4 pages of naked lunch… oh i fail. but i made a 2 bracelets so not a total waste of a day…

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they’re just fairly simple charm type things, i found a lot of cute beads and charms stashed, and i’m not feeling very creative… i’m largely feeling just apathetic.

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uncle glenn!

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probably my favourite thing i’ve ever made…

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ooh i love those cameos, don’t know what i’ll do with them yet…

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i almost exclusively wear really light pink lipsticks (because i usually wear dark eye make up) so i thought i’d test out red in the privacy of my own home/ backyard…

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cute top i added stuff to (note: i am not a seamstress, i can barely sew, i’m afraid of sewing machines). added the straps (which fall down), lace at cleavage and the other lace, and the ribbon. i love the top, its heaps cute and with the ridiculous amount of breast it reveals also very sexy, and it is extremely girlie. like me.

typed this obsessively listening to soko…

soko- you have a power on me

every little sign of you

every little sign of you

every little sign of you

makes me feel so happy

makes me feel so happy

makes me feel so so happy


every little word from you

every little word from you

every little word from you

suddenly it moves me

suddenly it moves me

suddenly it moves me


and i pass my day and my night

saying your name

and i pass my day and my night

dreaming of you


every little smile you make

every little smile you make

makes me smile for days

every little place you take

every little place you take

makes me lose my ways


you have a power on me

that nobody else has on me

like a bunny out of a magical hat

you’re magical when you do that


every little thing you do

every little thing you do

makes me wanna do you


every little smile you make

every little smile you make

makes me smile for days

every little sign of you

every little smile of you

makes me so happy


and every little word from you

every little word from you

suddenly it moves me

you have a power on me

you have a power on me

you have a power on me

you’re so magical

magical


too cute.

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