Tuesday, May 30, 2006

about last night...

i am so out of routine it's becoming a routine... but after a 4 day weekend that included a cycle along the lagan towpath (not sure i've ridden a bike at all in last 5 years - oh, no, i cycled for an hour or so on one of the toronto islands in 2002. regardless, great excursion), 2 duke special gigs (very special), a mental after show party, (worthy of an episode of the Creek), and a quality time spent with jayne, gail and mccleary, and unexpected fun watching cartoons with the duke's 3 boys, i hope to get back into the proverbial saddle this week.
i've been missing writing but the commune is box laden and my room has been buried under a mountain of clothes needing sorted, and when i hit clements last night to draft a post there was not a seat to be had. but my room got back to shipshape order at 3 this morning and thus is a nest suited to reflecting. meanwhile, the following is for jayne, who'll be checking in round these parts sometime soon i'm sure...

be back soon...

::

jm,

this is choice number 2 of the twenty tracks... audio to be heard on a leather sofa soon... makes for a dry counterpoint to the first with a beautifully ironic last line...i'll turn the 20 into a compilation for ya...
thanks for...well, everything. that covers a multitude of graces as ever.

Overcome By Happiness

Never think to ever look around
never see it coming at you
with your head in the clouds
Looking like a fool,
drinking like a clown,
worried you'd be nobody,
not so far from that now

You don't feel so overcome by happiness
you're broke
do you think you might scrape your life together just in
time to find you've got no piece of mind
when everybody wants a piece of your pretty white ass

Move around, never moving on,
waiting for the thing to happen
when it's already gone
Looking like a fool,
drinking like a clown,
worried you'd be nobody,
not so far from that now

You don't feel so overcome by happiness
you're broke
do you think you might scrape your life together just in
time to find you've got no piece of mind
when everybody wants a piece of your pretty white ass

Even if you held the sun,
in the colour of your eyes
I would never be so blind, and you,
don't feel the weight rushing out of your life
don't see the light dying out of your eyes....

You don't feel so overcome by happiness
you're broke
do you think you might scrape your life together just in
time to find you've got no piece of mind
when everybody wants a piece of your pretty...

I don't feel I don't feel I don't feel...

::

LB, x

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