You talk too much.
Maybe that's your way
Of breaking up the silence
That fills you up.
But it doesn't sound the same
When no one's really listening
We stumble into our lives:
Reach for a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Just scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.
You have too much.
You're spending all your time
Collecting and discovering
It's not enough.
And no matter how you try,
You never find the one you want.
We stumble into our lives:
Without a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.
Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Still scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.

Je déteste quand vous ignorez-moi.

"I hate you when you ignore me." ... These words ripple through me as I read them. They speak a myriad of truths and smash upon me like mirrors on the pavement. Where do they come from? Why does their very presence permeat the air like a truth that cannot be held?

"Do not tell me one thing, and then continue to do it. You know that ignoring me will only make this worse" ... Who is he talking of she thinks? It cannot be me, she supposes. Oh how very wrong she is. Does she know this? T-elle pas? Her actions have consequences, but in the rampant mass consumerism and stupidity of her sou, she does not understand: ray guns are not just for the future, there are things in the now that needed to be fixed. All the choices in the world. Better luck next time.

"Why do you keep me outside, You say you do not, and yet mon ami, you do it again and again" ... Is it a game for them he wonders? Is there some sort of master plan behind it all? Will there be a party and balloons as he slowly sucumbs to the ennui which so deeply holds sway over his melancholia?

Did the tell you to grow up
When you wanted to dream
Did the warn you, better shape up
If you want to succeed
I don't know about you
Who are they talking to
They're not talking to me

Did I ask you for attention
When affection is what I need
Thinking sorrow was perfection
I will wallow til you told me
There's no glitter in the gutter
There's no twilight galaxy

I'm alright, come on baby
I've seen all of the demons that you've got
If you're not alright, now come on baby
I'll pick you up and take you where you want
Anywhere you want
Anything you want
I'm higher than high

"Your guns are held aloft, the grins on your faces do not fill me with glee" ... She looks at them with disgust. They do not understand. They are so superficial, so malignant, so passe.

All the gold
And the guns
In the world
Couldn't get you off

All the gold
And the guns
And the girls
Couldn't get you off

All the boys
All the choices
In the world

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don't wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend
Is it ever gonna be enough

Is it ever gonna be enough?

All the lace
And the skin
In the shop
Couldn't get you off

All the toys
And the tools
In the box
Couldn't get you off

All the noise
All the voices
Never stop

I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don't wanna bend like the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend
While you're giving me a hard time
I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Is it ever gonna be enough?

More and more, more and more...
Is it ever gonna be enough?

"Maybe its time for me to come out into the open. Maybe you should see me as I am. Not as you want. For the first time, For the last time, I will make you open your eyes and see me as I am."

I find these lyrics to be quite meaningful
Perhaps because of recent events... not exactly the same, but similar enough to be getting on with yes?

I've been so evil with my constant invasions
But you made it so easy for me
You always rise to the occasion
I'd always pull you up on every stupid thing that you said
But I found it so entertaining
Messing around with your head

I don't know why I felt the need to keep it up for oh so long
It's all my fault I'm sorry you did absolutely nothing wrong
I don't know why I felt the need to drag it out for all these years
All the pain I've caused you
The constant flow of all the tears
Believe me when I say that I cannot apologise enough
When all you ever wanted from me was a token of my love
And if it's not too late
Could you please find it deep within your heart
To try and go back go back to the start
Go back to the start

monsieur_djinn: (Default)
( Feb. 23rd, 2009 02:09 pm)
Woo! Lots of Mccracken/Perkins/Ferguson time has been had lately.

It was fun.

I brought the t-shirt.

No I will not convert to the belief of Jayzus.

I am listening to the Pierces, whih [ profile] finding_jay randomly gifted to me. Because of this, [ profile] finding_jay has become even more awesomer than you.

Koo Koo Ka Choo.
monsieur_djinn: (Connies)
( Jan. 3rd, 2009 11:20 pm)
Its official... It's time to get a new iPod. I've run out of room on Claudius II. His 30 Gigs, though they seemed so big when I bought him back at the end of Year 12... can no longer hold all of my Muzacks, and this makes me feel somewhat melancholy...

Dum dee dum dee doooo!
monsieur_djinn: (Rob)
( Dec. 29th, 2008 08:54 pm)
Sami is here... we are like totally haven a bitchin awesome time, it's well wicked.

No no no, it's an omen. It's a higher power trying to tell me through bunnies that we're all going to die!

bitch please... as if you could out run me...

Please don't be mean...
There are so many skirts under the table.
None of these long legs are mine.
She calls around, finds me crying.
Wish I were capable of lying sometimes.
Hide out and run when no one’s looking.
Hide out.
Love is hell, hell is love.
Hell is asking to be loved.

monsieur_djinn: (Bolt the Doors)
( Sep. 11th, 2008 09:50 am)

Today, is an excellent day. You see, today it is thursday. Thursday, is of course the Patron day of awesomeness and other such imperialistic jams. I am currently in the Library, in one of the Level 6 Laptop/Study acloves, and it is pretty much the most awesome thing ever.
Anyway, this morning so far? Hmmmm... what have I done? Well, first off, I woke up (*gasp*) after having a nice, long, normal sleep (which, also, *gasp*), and I got ready for uni. This readying ritual included:
  • A shower
  • A cream cheese bagel
  • Clothes
  • A psychotic, yet friendly blue heeler
  • A snoring father
  • The packing of a bag
  • A trip to the Train Station
Once I got to the traino (early because I needed to top up my SmartRider) I got on an earlier train than usual, but it was okay, because I saw Meaghann! Which, admittedly I usually do on thursdays, but on my usual later train. It was really good though because, you know, we had a long, fun, Indie Kid/Penny and Spike style spazvo! We discussed topics such as:

  • Musics, and the strange names that Swedish Bands pick for themselves
  • Books we're reading
  • Movies
  • Meagh's recent acquisition of her licence
  • Boys
  • Uni
  • Life
It was, indeed pretty damn fucking awesome, but sadly Meaghs had to get off at Murdoch, so I was bored... but after I got off at Canning Bridge and got my Bus, the musics revitalised me!

My Afspeellijsten for the trip this morning was:

  1. I'm Not Over - Carolina Liars
  2. Napoleon (2007 Version) - Ani DiFranco
  3. Fleur De Saison - Emilie Simon
  4. Dame De Lotus - Emilie Simon
  5. Don't Panic - Coldplay
  6. Viva la Vida - Coldplay
  7. Violet Hill - Coldplay
  8. Space Monkey - Patti Smith
  9. 25th Floor - Patti Smith
  10. The Good That Won't Come Out - Rilo Kiley
  11. The Execution of All Things - Rilo Kiley
  12. Close Call - Rilo Kiley
  13. Breakin Up - Rilo Kiley
  14. Little Boy Jr - Mando Diao
  15. Clean Town - Mando Diao
  16. Poster of A Girl - Metric
Which isn't a bad list I have to say, a bit weird, because I couldn't decide what to listen to, but still, fun as :D

Anyway, the rest of the day is going to be taken up by study, then Sociology from 12 - 3, then study again, until Dad calls me to tell me that He, Steve, Helen, Bec and Kira are on the train. The reason for this strangeness is that We're all going up to see Skip, and friend of Mum and Dad's, and Steve and Helen's of course, from the town where Kira and I grew up. So it should be fun.

Anyhoo, off to finish writing my speach.

So, this morning on the way to the train station, the radio played the song I'm Not Over - Carolina Liar and I have to say... it's one of the most addictive songs I've heard in ages.

I love the lyrics, I love the beat, I love the lead singers voice and I love the fact that they're Swedish. It seems to fit into Meaghann and My "Driving-around-in-summer-bopping-to-the-music" category, which is awesome, and one of the reasons why summer in this goddamn hot arse country is bareable ^_^

What else? Oh yeah, I actually went to the entirety of my Asia-Pacific lecture this morning, I think I may have almost died from the shock... either that or the bordom. After that Keiran, Debbie, Nicole and I went and sat on the grass behind the library until it was time for Nicole, Keiran and I to go to our Oil, God and War lecture, which was on Turkey today, not Egypt.

But yes, I am off to bed, because I have to get up at 5:00 am tomorrow, and the prospect of doing so on only a couple of hours sleep, well, no thanks.

Anyways, Sayonara.

monsieur_djinn: (Vowel anyone?)
( Jul. 25th, 2008 11:13 pm)

Yay, just got home, working tomorrow then off to Nana's party.
Should be totally awesome, can't wait, am wondering what will transpire, and also can't wait to find out! Wooo! Also, I've finally worked out how I'm going to get there, so that's sorted. Yaytimes.

On another note, I can hear dad's music show, over my iPod, when I'm in my room, with the door shut, and he's out in the lounge room... Thanks dad, I want to go to bed early, but nooooooooooo.

fucking fucking fucker shit fuck bollocks

Anyway, I shall go and make subtle comments about 'going to bed' and 'wanting to actually be able to sleep' and how he should 'really get over this music because its crap' and thus get him to turn it down. 




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