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Just a thought

Sun Oct 28, 2007, 9:43 AM
I don't know how to start, so I'll just say the bottom line-

...I guess the distance is not a problem to the heart as it is for the head.

No need to comment if you don't want to, just think about it..

Thanks.

  • Listening to: Happy Ending- Mika
  • Drinking: Verbena Tea (= no coffree anymore!)

Close up- Frou Frou

Mon Oct 1, 2007, 10:04 AM
"Is this a feeling of something
About to happen?
Like snapping out of something I didn't realize I was in.
Was I sleeping?
What?
How can you be so sure?
If you've never been here before?
I don't understand,
It can't be that easy.

I love you I hate you I love you I hate you
I can't keep my hands of you,
I love you I hate you I love you I hate you...

Get back! get away from them
It's all wrong,
Keep calm for a moment,
Look in my eyes,
Get back! get away 'cause
This could get ugly,
If you think that I'll let you go
You're out of your mind

Oh my God,
I'm not supposed to say this
'Cause I know that you're trouble but...
Is that your real name and why are you doing this?
And how did I get here?
Ok..no more questions,
No worries
It's destination unknown,
So dive in,
The waters great,
Listen I'm starting to speak like you.

I love you I hate you I love you I hate you
You can do no wrong,
I love you I hate you I love you I hate you...."

  • Listening to: The sound of the computer
  • Reading: the lyrics
  • Watching: the screen
  • Playing: with my hair around my finger

Hey there Delilah

Fri Aug 17, 2007, 4:56 AM
Hey there Delilah,
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away,
But girl, tonight you look so pretty,
Yes you do.
Times Square can't shine as bright as you,
I swear it's true.

Hey there Delilah,
Don't you worry about the distance,
I'm right there if you get lonely,
Give this song another listen,
Close your eyes.
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise,
I'm by your side.

Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
What you do to me.

Hey there Delilah,
I know times are getting hard,
But just believe me girl,
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar,
We'll have it good,
We'll have the life we knew we would,
My word is good.

Hey there Delilah,
I've got so much left to say,
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all,
Even more in love with me you'd fall,
We'd have it all.

Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh its what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,
Oh it's what you do to me,

A thousand miles seems pretty far,
But they've got planes and trains and cars,
I'd walk to you if I had no other way.
Our friends would all make fun of us,
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way,
Delilah, I can promise you
That by the time we get through,
The world will never ever be the same,
And you're to blame.

Hey there Delilah,
You be good and don't you miss me,
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history, like I do,
You know it's all because of you,
We can do whatever we want to,
Hey there Delilah, here's to you,
THIS ONE'S FOR YOU.

  • Playing: This song in my head

Just a song I like

Tue Jun 26, 2007, 11:45 AM
This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himself
It's the way he'll always be
He loves to rebel, to go against his ten commandments
For him, that's just being free.

And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows how
Well it might make you frown
But he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go
To a state of mind that no-one knows

Over there stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me
Yeah over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty

Over and over again, more and more for the pain
To release himself, from this shell
Time after time, you may glare at
Him for the way he looks, like something drawn up from hell

But that's just his cover
From what is under it
All his imagination, his
Passion for a creation
Which he has discovered,
Uncovered a world,
Of amazing sensations
His own little nation

Over there stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me
Yeah over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty.

-Imogen Heap-

  • Listening to: This song

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