| Lay me down in the bed that I made; starved for sleep by the shrill serenade... |
[Apr. 13th, 2007|09:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | What You Live By, Harvey Danger | ] |
I spent the day scootering around five different locations in the Inner West. Since they've managed to reduce the hikes, it felt like I spent more time moving between locations (and trying to find suitable spots) than doing actual testing.
Content is lacking, so have some song lyrics.
Happiness Writes Write, Harvey Danger
Ariella, 7:30; I don't want to get up yet
Listen to the morning music, cursing the alarm you set
As you know, I've never been a praying man
I don't need a God to make me feel all right
But if you wonder why I never wrote you a song
It's because happiness writes white
I tried to put it into words, but the words just sound like mistakes
I tried to find a set of chords, but you know how long that takes me
I can't trust my fingers, I can't trust my tongue
The work is too important and we're no longer young after all
When I consider what you put up with, I'm amazed you still have skin
When I consider what you mean to me... It's everything
It's everything
Ariella, 11:30; I don't want to go to sleep
Turn the TV off, already; curse the hours we have to keep
As you know, I've never been a confident man:
I've been in the tall grass all my life
Until you came along; now, there's one less thing wrong
Even though happiness writes white
I know happiness writes white
It's bouncy and happy. And similar in theme to that song that whatsisface did as a closing number on Spicks that time that probably noone but me remembers. ...Yes.
And now, to attempt to gather my wits into a straight line. I need to either eat something, or attempt DSPP. ...Of course, I'll probably just read novels instead.
-Mmaster |
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