Monday, July 14, 2003

Music Feature Bjork is back from the days when I listened to The Cure, Pennywise, NIN, Portishead, and The Doors. She was one of the very few female artists I liked... no... more like adored. Now my head is no longer shaved, I don't have stupid things painted and/or plastered on my bedroom wall, I even have a semi-real job and am a mother. Cool is no longer a factor to my musical taste. Now more than ever, it is not just sound which appeals to me, but by far is all about the lyrics. See, Bjork isn't just a musician, she's a writer.       "Basically, 'Hyper-ballad' is about having this kind of bag going on and three years have passed and you're not high anymore. You have to make an effort consciously and nature's not helping you anymore. So you wake up early in the morning and you sneak outside and you do something horrible and destructive, break whatever you can find, watch a horrible film, read a bit of William Burroughs, something really gross and come home and be like, 'Hi honey, how are you?'." Written by Björk   We live on a mountain Right at the top There's a beautiful view From the top of the mountain Every morning I walk towards the edge And throw little things off Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery Or whatever I find lying around It's become a habit A way to start the day I go through all this Before you wake up So I can feel happier To be safe up here with you I go through all this Before you wake up So I can feel happier To be safe up here with you It's real early morning No-one is awake I'm back at my cliff Still throwing things off I listen to the sounds they make On their way down I follow with my eyes 'til they crash Imagine what my body would sound like Slamming against those rocks When it lands Will my eyes Be closed or open?  I go through all this Before you wake up So I can feel happier To be safe up here with you  I go through all this Before you wake up So I can feel happier To be safe up here with you  I go through all this Before you wake up So I can feel happier To be safe up here with you Safe up here with you Safe up here with you Safe up here with you 10:24:27 PM    comment []

God, My Gut Hurts From All This Darn Good Laughing   ASSOCIATED PRESS WASHINGTON, July 14 - “I think the intelligence I get is darn good intelligence, and the speeches I have given are backed by good intelligence,” he said. 8:27:47 PM    comment []

Rolling My Eyes As I Type I am a self-centered spoiled brat blessed with a raging hard-on for myself and only myself. It is ALL about Me. I blurt shit out, fly off the handle, have a temper that goes from cool/calm/collected to raging anger in 2 seconds flat, and as a result of all of this, I pretty much say whatever I want without thinking about what is on the end of the firing line. I get upset way too easily and have an overly vivid imagination. I am evil without even realizing I am, or at least until it is too late. By then I have waved my magic wand of destruction and it is too late to pick up the smoldering pieces. Me me me me me. Repeat - The world does not revolve around me. I cannot use my "passion" as a simple excuse for my being a total and major bitch. I don't mean to be such a cunt, but nobody forces my lips to flap. And look, this entire thing was about *drumroll* ME! I never realized what a small-minded annoying self-centered cruel-spirited moron I was. God, what a bitch. *blinks and stabs herself with a pencil in both eyes repeatedly*   . Alive It feels so good to breathe the air Another spin around the sun On this speck of light in the universe the gift of love is there for everyone Angels working overtime day or night to hold the hands that bled all alone a baby's born pure to the world as the old man lays down his head and closes his eyes with nothing said every year another promise is made a pint of beer raised towards a better day lets find a star a star to call our own and make a wish maybe we can make it home ain't it good to be alive to feel the sun strong against your face strawberry blond waves of silky hair spills over me like the milky way ain't it good to be alive ain't it good to be alive alive alive alive alive ain't it good to breathe the air another spin around the sun on this speck of light in the universe a little piece of love in everyone ain't it good to be alive ain't it good to be alive to feel the sun strong against your face spills over me like the milky way 7:02:47 AM    comment []

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