Just because I don't say anything
Doesn't mean I don't like you.
I open my mouth and I try and i try
But no words come out.

Without 40 ounces of social skills
I'm just an ass in the crack of humanity.
I'm just a huge manitee.
A huge manitee.

And besides you're probably holding hands
With some skinny, pretty girl that likes to
Talk about bands, and
All I wanna do is ride bikes with you
And stay up late and watch cartoons.
Duck Tales, shirt tails, Talespin, Sailor Moon, GI
Joe, Robotech, Ron Jeremy, Schmoo.

I wanna watch cartons with you.
Josie and the Pussycats and Scooby Do,
I want you to watch cartoons with me.
He-man, Voltron and Hong-Kong-Fui

I tried to ask you to your face,
But no words came out.
I put on my hood and walked away.
That doesn't mean I don't like you.

And besides you're probably holding hands
With some skinny, pretty girl that likes to
Talk about bands, and
All I wanna do is ride bikes with you
And stay up late and maybe spoon.

Just becase I dont say anything
Doesn't mean I dont like you, no.
I opened my mouth and i tried and i tried.

And besides you're probably holding hands
With some skiny, pretty girl that likes to
Talk about bands and
All I wanna do is ride bikes with you
And stay up late and maybe spoon.

I'm just your average Thundercats ho.

Svetlana sucks lemons across from me,
and I am progressing abominably.
And I do not know my own way to the sea
but the saltiest sea knows its own way to me.

The city that turns, turns protracted and slow
and I find myself toeing th'embarcadero
and I find myself knowing the things that I knew
which is all that you can know on this side of the blue

And Jaime has eyes black and shiny as boots
and they march at you, two-by-two (re - loo - re - loo);
when she looks at you, you know she's nowhere near through:
it's the hardest heart beating this side of the blue.

And the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers,
and we all fall down slack-jawed to marvel at words!
While across the sky sheet the impossible birds,
in a steady, illiterate movement homewards.

And Gabriel stands beneath forest and moon.
See them rattle & boo, see them shake, see them loom.
See him fashion a cap from a page of Camus;
see him navigate deftly this side of the blue.

And the rest of our lives will the moments accrue
when the shape of their goneness will flare up anew.
hen we do what we have to do (re - loo - re -loo),
which is all you can do on this side of the blue.

- Lyrics to This Side of The Blue - Joanna Newsom

Give me the song and I'll sing it like I mean it
Give me the words and I'll say them like I mean it

Cause you've got my heart in a headlock
You've stopped the blood and made my head soft
And god knows, you've got me sewn


Danny Boy Don't be afraid to shake that ass and misbehave
Danny boy, I know you got time but what are you waiting for... anyway?
The dust may just blow away if you wait for a windy day
But you may find The chance has passed you by

I can't do the walk
I can't do the talk
I can't be your friend
Unless I pretend
So give me the song and I'll sing it like I mean it
Give me the words and I'll say them like I mean it

Cause you've got my heart in a headlock
You've stopped the blood and made my head soft
And god knows, you've got me sewn


Danny boy don't be a fool take upon to break a rule
Danny boy, you're looking so low, you're looking like the dead grown old
Anyway, the blues may just wash away if you wait for a rainy day
But you may find the chance has passed you by

I can't do the walk
I can't do the talk
I can't be your friend
Unless I pretend
So give me the song and I'll sing it like I mean it
Give me the words and I'll say them like I mean it
(yeah)
Cause you've got my heart in a headlock
You've stopped the blood and made my head soft
You've got my heart in a headlock
You've stopped the blood and made my head soft
and made my head soft
and made my head soft
and made my head soft
and made my head soft
(yeah)

Lyrics (as far as I can tell) to 'Sewn' by The Feeling

So.
I've come to the point where I have three seperate and specific blogs running... and nobody really reads any of them (or do they... I wonder... *grin*) and while I'm reluctant to surrender any of them (because 'you never know') I am also aware that it's dull when I never update.

So perhaps this will become my Music Blog...

You've got my heart in a headlock
You stopped my blood and made my head soft
And god knows
You've got me so...

You are Daisy. Youre a writer, which means you are
often unemployed or have crap temp jobs. You
greatest piece to date has been winter skin
care dos and dontsYou have a kind heart and a
short attention span. You are a firm believer
in hedonism (on a budget) and are liable to
get over-enthusiastic about things. You once
said girl power at a job interview, and gave
the peace sign. You really should be going
out with Tim.


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Mmmm, nobody seems to much use Tblog...

I took a personality test a little over 6 months ago and re-took it today. My life has changed unimaginably over this period but the results still surprised me a little:

July 2005:


February 2006:

02.18.06 (1:56 am)

La La La the weeeekeeeend, La La La La Laa....   [edit]

02.15.06 (3:44 pm)

Sugar, we're going down   [edit]

01.28.06 (5:59 pm)

so close to sweet dreams   [edit]

01.22.06 (2:00 pm)

an anomaly in the arteriies of London   [edit]

01.19.06 (8:44 am)

Glorious Tursdays   [edit]

01.16.06 (7:54 am)

Tell Me Why...   [edit]

01.10.06 (12:00 pm)

beginning again   [edit]