The other day I was walking around somewhere in London, and, as the weather is so glorious at the moment, I sat down in the sun and just listened to music. And I wrote down some of my favourite lyrics in my little pretty book that I carry around with me (from the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam).So I am going to write some in here; they are all totally random I think, at the moment I don't think there's a theme..
Why pamper life's complexities when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?
This is just brilliant, plain and simple.
Take that smile off your pretty face, cause' you don't have much I can't take away.
I love that. The power that one person can have over another so bluntly put; yet you can so imagine it happening. Blindly in love, the smile fades as quickly as it came.
I need direction to perfection.
Don't we all? I mean, nobody who is a perfectionist would like to admit this at all, but it is true. Although the cliché is that nobody is perfect, some people are close. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, of course. That cliché is just a timeless excuse, really - but not for me :)
I close my eyes on the dance floor, forget about you.
Again, simple. But I really sympathise with this feeling, wanting to bury yourself in the night, in the music, in the atmosphere, in the crowd; basically anything apart from think about who you are trying not to think about. Let the alcohol (that is inevitably involved) flow through you. Excellent!
Quand je suis dans mon lit je ne rêve qu'à toi, et quand je me réveille je ne pense qu'à toi. (When I lay in bed I dream of nothing but you, and when I wake I think of nothing but you)
It sounds better in French! This song is beautiful, and poignant. There is quite a lot of repetition, but it kind of just cements this incredible adoration of this object of somebody's affection. It captures that incredible feeling of infatuation, when you feel like you physically cannot think of anything, or anyone else.
She'll loan you her toothbrush, she'll bar-tend your party.
Can't even begin to describe this song. This girl...What a girl.
After sex, the bitter taste, been fooled again, the search continues.
I adore this song, mainly because it compares these emotions to the Berlin Wall, so it's very exciting if you're me. These words though, they're sung with such kind of grit in his voice. Not just plain anger at being duped once more, but disbelief in this happening again, and a reluctant acceptance that the 'process' starts all over now. And only in a few words.
She don't believe in shooting stars, but she believes in shoes and cars.
Different things make us happy.
Then you gazed up at me, and the answer was plain to see, cause' I saw the light in your eyes.
These definitely aren't done justice by just writing them, such an old, classic tune. The first time my Dad played this I was instantly caught by it, it's infectiously catchy and I loved that chorus line. Because you do know, don't you? If you really like someone, then they look at you that way - we all know what Todd's on about. Beaut.
This is our last embrace, must I dream and always see your face? Why can't we overcome this wall? Maybe it's because I didn't know you at all -
- Kiss me, please kiss me, kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation.
Oh, Jeff. Why did you have to die?
These lyrics, this music, it does things to me that other people can't.
I really, really identify with these lines in particular. You don't want it to be over, you know it is. You've clung on to every tiny, minute, little shred that was left, because it was love, or at least, you believed it to be so. And it all wasn't quite as it seemed, so... Even though you don't want to end this familiar thing, you know that it will be to your absolute detriment if you don't. So end it now, end it nicely before it gets worse.
But perhaps a desirous kiss may be too much to ask for?
So basically this is a massive ramble, but that's what blogs are, I guess? I just like talking really, and music. Excellent combination, really.
And a couple of pictures I took a while ago..


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