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music! and lyrics '-) shamelessly picked at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) alpheratz's. here be the lyrics fragments. guess & comment!! 1. Life is something set to music | I can hear it when I'm sad | There's a chord in every muscle | Every kiss you ever had 2. When I am with you | There's no reason to pretend | That when I am with you I feel flames again 3. Surrender is easy | I know you do me no harm | But your innocence haunts me | The most fatal of charms 4. Why do you hurt yourself? | You do it very well | You do it so politely | That you couldn't even tell 5. I'm so excited | about the prospects of meeting with a stranger in an alley, | I'm so excited, | I hope they're rough, | I hope their skin is tough | like Spanish leather 6. Confined to sex, we pressed against | The limits of the sea: | I saw there were no oceans left | For scavengers like me 7. I see the bright and hollow sky | Over the city's ripped backsides | And everything looks good tonight 8. Conversion, software version 7.0, | Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub, | Eating seeds as a pastime activity 9. Knock, knock…are you alone? | No one’s out here and I was not followed. | Love, love…you’re already home. | Party’s over and you don’t look so good 10. But I am married to your charms and grace | I just go crazy like the good old days 11. It's colder than before | The seasons took all they had come for | Now winter dances here 12. I went in the desert | I went searching for the truth | I stumbled across you 13. I want you to know | He's not coming back | He's bloated and frozen | Still there's no point in letting it go to waste 14. There's always a siren | Singing you to shipwreck 15. My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore | Scraping through my head till I don't want to sleep anymore [hm. that's one somewhat morbid looking collection. now I wonders whether anyone could be nice enough to write a story based on it, pretty pls.] Tags: lyrics, meme
mood:  calm
sound: Chris Rea - Sing a Song of Love to Me
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ah, what progress made! instead of a precious something I did not dare touch for days there is now a precious story idea I don't quite dare to write [yet]. it hit me at work, and... wow. this unmistakable undescribable feeling of a full-fledged idea arriving at top speed... I wonder if pro/more prolific writers ever get used to it, because the rush is mindblowing. even if it never gets written, that perfect moment as it comes..! *exhales slowly* the thing is, I've been suddenly reminded of my being a sci-fi girl after all. now I hold in me hands a complete skeleton of E.T., a gothic short story. shoot me. complete with, quite literally, space opera, floating heads aflame, animal magnetism & stuff. oh, and, of course, character death [which alone, of all things, is canon]. I wanna-wanna-wanna write it, I just don't wanna fuck it up [too badly]. shoot me. ~ speaking of not writing, there's this [thanx, Lew]. I'm, ah, dying to read the final collection... and I didn't write anything because deadlines & competition do freak me out, but mostly because my mind immediately made an U-turn and supplied a neat plot bunny about a youngster who somehow makes the Machine malfunction. *kicks mind* ~ somebody at work uploaded a Gavin Friday album. thank you, good man unknown, for this song here has eaten my braaaain... ( Apologia lyrics )Tags: bad idea, lyrics, ph
mood:  crazy
sound: Gavin Friday - Apologia
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It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves The trouble is that you're in love with someone else It should be me. Oh, it should be me Your sacred parts, your getaways You come along on summer days Tenderly, tastefully And so may we make time Try to find somebody else This place is mine etc., etc., perfectly... I mean... ( storytelling whiny rant )don't want to go to work tomorrow. very much do not want to. Tags: lyrics, story
mood:  uncomfortable
sound: Interpol - C'mere
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from So Long, Marianne: We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark... and then, For now I need your hidden love. I'm cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave. if it is not love... ...and then there is Suzanne: And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind... yes, love indeed '-) Tags: cohen, lyrics
mood:  cranky
sound: Leonard Cohen - Best Of
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first, it was a pleasant walk in sunshine. then it was the most wonderful, surreal dance in warm rain and sunshine. and then it's got cold. brrr... warm clothes, hot meals and tea around... and another meme. ( my journal is... )~ on the other hand, still on VNV Nation high, ( Darkangel )now, why the hell does it say Gabriel to me?.. #-) Tags: lyrics, meme
mood:  cold
sound: VNV Nation - Dark Angel
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amused
high