I've been watching your world from afar, I've been trying to be where you are, And I've been secretly falling apart, I'll see. To me, you're strange and you're beautiful, You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see, You turn every head but you don't see me.
I'll put a spell on you, You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you. And when I wake you, I'll be the first thing you see, And you'll realise that you love me.
Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first, Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes, And I know, the waiting is all you can do, Sometimes...
I'll put a spell on you, You'll fall asleep, I'll put a spell on you, And when I wake you, I'll be the first thing you see, And you'll realise that you love me.
i am in love with this song. always have always will.
the chorus "ill put a spell on you" is a lovely reference to shakespeare's midsummers night dream.
isnt it wonderful when eternal love can be easily achieved with the application of a magical dew found on the leaves of a special flower? the painfully spurred helena eventually got her demetrius due to the playful machinations of the cheeky forest elves. oh they sure tamper with true love as they tamper with the sleeping lovers.
yes we got ourselves a happy ending but i find it all so unsettling that a love potion was used to conveniently to absolve the muddy love triangles?
sometimes being in love runs into the dangerous territory of convenience. the figures add up and we convince ourselves that the aura of responsibility is something we wear with pride and confidence.
are we all capable on falling under our own spells? tinting our own eyelids with love potion so we wake up each morning and we are happy with what we see? if its so hard to want something we cannot have, why not make do with what we do have with gusto?
. . . . .
watched wicker park the other night and like a virus, this haunting tune among other afflictions have caught on. my soul unhinged, the relief and release from carnal illusions were momentary. spectecular but short-lived.
i ask myself, how can this be?
the invisible tick, slowly bleeding my mind dry. my own untamed mental faculties are exhausted from the domesticated self-restrain. how can you want to go to some place that amounts to a dead end? or a free fall of a trecherous cliff? how can you want something that you do not want? such paradoxical questions are still nonetheless glaring accusatory questions that burn a mark into my fragile conscience.
i have woken up from the excruciatingly pleasurable haze of nostalgic make-believe. the temptation of the forbidden and the conquests of time-travel. now that the tired consciousnous has taken over, a fresh addiction has sprouted and taken root. carving in deep. screaming derailment in my perfect pretty life.
i found a new brand of obessive self-destruction. this cannot be the end of me. it cannot be.
the usual suspect said::
10/29/2009 01:24:00 AM :D
Saturday, October 17, 2009
i found a new love. richard bach and his beautiful words.
“Some choices we live not only once but a thousand times over, remembering them for the rest of our lives.”
The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we're afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we find it we fear we'll lose it. We fear that if we do not have love we will be unhappy.”
“When you have come to the edge of all the light you have And step into the darkness of the unknown Believe that one of the two will happen to you Either you'll find something solid to stand on Or you'll be taught how to fly!”
"If your happiness depends on what somebody else does, I guess you do have a problem."
"Avoid problems, and you'll never be the one who overcame them.”
"Allow the world to live as it chooses, and allow yourself to live as you choose.
"Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully.
reflexivity much?
the usual suspect said::
10/17/2009 02:29:00 PM :D
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
nobody ever finds the one.
the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill
nothing else fills.
the usual suspect said::
10/11/2009 01:09:00 PM :D
Friday, October 02, 2009
You say you wander your own land But when I think about it I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking And I can see the pain in your eyes Since everybody's changing And I don't know why.
So little time Try to understand that I'm Trying to make a move just to stay in the game I try to stay awake and remember my name But everybody's changing And I don't feel the same.
You're gone from here Soon you will disappear Fading into beautiful light 'cause everybody's changing And I don't feel right.
So little time Try to understand that I'm Trying to make a move just to stay in the game I try to stay awake and remember my name But everybody's changing And I don't feel the same.
everybody's changing - keane
the usual suspect said::
10/02/2009 01:56:00 PM :D
my world in a paper cup
gracie lou freebush
miss artful dodger
1986
st.nicks/cjc/nus theatre studies
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Let each man exercise the art he knows.
Aristophanes
eclectic*psychedelic
The drama is not dead but liveth
and contains the germs of better things.
-william archer
