| I blogged the lyrics to James Blunt's "Goodbye My Lover" a few days ago. Like I wrote in my last entry, I've been listening a lot to that song and "Tears and Rain". Here are the lyrics to the latter song. I wish I could surrender my soul Shed the clothes that become my skin See the liar that burns within my needing I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold I wish I had screamed out loud Instead I've found no meaning
I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain
I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind Hold memory close at hand Help me understand the years I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell I wish I would save my soul I'm so cold from fear
I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble
Far, far away; find comfort in pain All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain
Tears and rain
Tears and rain
Far, far away; find comfort in pain All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain I don't know why, I fucking love this song! |
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| Just saw "Cloverfield" tonight. What a fucking intense movie. Had a few concerns going in about it (shaky camerawork, dumb monster, why-the-fuck-is-the-camera-person-still-filming disbelief) but those concerns were pretty moot. It was a fun movie and I would recommend seeing it in a theater. |
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| Oh my goodness. So fucking tired. It's ridiculous. I came into the office this morning and blew my nose... and it erupted into a full-blown nosebleed. I haven't had a bloody nose in such a long time. Later, I decided to take a break, rest my eyes. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes... and woke up an hour later. 'Fuck,' I thought, 'I got way too much stuff to do' ... and then promptly went to sleep again. Throughout my two and a half hours of napping, I heard people knock on my door. It'd wake me up and I'd tell myself that I need to open the door but the door seemed so far away and my chair so comfortable. It's ridiculous, that's what it is. Argh. 
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