thirty four
August 31, 2009
I cannot get this song out of my head.
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
When the cold wind now blows
When the cold wind now blows in my heart
It was a summer breeze
And she would meet me
In Chinatown for opium and teaAnd she always brought me flowers
Oh, but I spared you those old ballads
All the songs I couldn’t play
But every giro day
Where you’d dress me like a ladyboyAnd take me high out of the way
And let the horse chase the new deal away
No, if we make love in the morning
Oh, don’t my eyes look like two marbles in your headBut Lady don’t you fall backwards
Come on fall into my arms
And don’t you fall backwards
I wouldn’t want for you to come to any harm
And tell me if the darkness comes
I will sing you a song
And I’ll love you forever
Till the morning comes
But don’t you fall backwards
Come on and fall into my arms
Come on and fall into my arms
Lady, Don’t Fall Backwards
Pete Doherty
thirty three.
August 31, 2009
“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.” — J.D. Salinger
very much agreed. people are such phony’s.
thirty two.
August 24, 2009
It seems to me that it’s as if I want to sabotage my own existence sometimes. As if I don’t have enough on my plate I seem to create more work for myself, or actively search out or create issues. Like I haven’t done enough damage as it is, that I just seem to search out more. I shouldn’t do the things that I do, and yet I just don’t learn it seems.
So much to do, so little time, so little patience; so much I should care and in reality so little I do. I say one thing and mean another, do one thing and wish I’d done it this way or that way or another way. Regrets, and wishes and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. All of it, Everyone and Everything can go fuck off. Or maybe I might just do so.
So much for what I’d hoped. I’m like a fucking incarnation of a Larkin poem, cynical at such a young age, there must be some issues there.
Oh deary me.
However Deastro certainly helps, if only i could get my iPod to work again. eep.
thirty one
August 24, 2009
thirty.
August 20, 2009
part of the latest production at school, thoroughly modern millie. Cannot get the songs out of my head. eep.
“MILLIE:
No canary in a tree for me
This canary’s ready to fly freeCut the cord
Is that a man I once adored?
He’s nothing but an albatross
No great loss
Doublecrosser
Forget about the boy
Pull the plug
Ain’t he the one who pulled the rug
He’s lower than an alley cat
Dirty rat
And I flatter
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boyAnd in the moonlight
Don’t you think about him
Sister, you’re much better off without him
You can blow the blues a kiss goodbye
And put the sun back in the sky
For when he comes crawlin’
I’m not fallin’Shout hooray and halleluh!
Now me and mister wrong are through
I’ll find myself another beau
Who I know is no rover
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about –Jimmy, oh Jimmy, Jimmy
TYPIST #1:
HoraceTYPIST #2:
DannyTYPIST #3:
MiltonTYPIST #4:
PercyTYPIST #5:
EdgarTYPIST #6:
TimothyTYPIST #7:
AlfredTYPIST #8:
Vito CarboneTYPIST #9:
Benjamin Pratt, the thirdTYPIST #10:
Teddy MorganMISS FLANNERY:
Barney Schreiber, C.P.A.MILLIE:
Jimmy, oh Jimmy, silly boy
Gee, what a real swell guyMISS FLANNERY and TYPISTS (at the same time):
Cut the cord, is that a man I once adored?
He’s nothing but an albatross
No great loss, doublecrosserALL:
Forget about the boyMILLIE:
Jimmy, oh Jimmy, what great joy
He makes my troubles flyMISS FLANNERY and TYPISTS (at the same time):
Pull the plug, ain’t he the one who pulled the rug?
He’s lower than an alley cat, dirty rat
And I flatterALL: Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy!(The typists break into defiant tap, topped by MISS FLANNERY in a tap solo.)
Shout hooray and halleluh!
Now that me and mister wrong are through
I’ll find myself another beau
Who I know is no rover
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boyAnd in the moonlight don’t you think about him
Sister you’re much better off without him
You can blow the blues a kiss goodbye
And put the sun back in the skyMISS FLANNERY and TYPISTS:
For when he comes crawlin’MILLIE:
I’m not fallin’ALL:
Hallelujah!
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy!”
oh, how I’ve tried. oh, how I wish.