I’d Rather Be In Tokyo;

I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy, oh.

And watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku.

There’s something wrong with me.

I Just Want To Feel The Pain Of A Broken Heart

Things I Like;

- having eye freckles, because I can live in hopes of living in Such Great Heights

- grey skies and rain clouds, because one day I’ll be your Mary Jane

- butterflies in my stomach, because sometimes I like to feel real

- thinking that I’d be the mess that you’d wear with pride

- soma! it’s what we all take when hard times open our eyes

- I love I love I love this dream of going upstream

- Feeling the pain of a broken heart just so I know that I can fall apart

- Fitzwilliam Darcy

- Colin Firth as Fitzwilliam Darcy

- Mark Darcy as the modern Fitzwilliam Darcy

- Colin Firth as Mark Darcy

- cottage cheese

- leaving work early

- sunshine in the park mm

- drinking pink grapefruit juice

- smiling until your face hurts

- challenging syntax

- I’m confused?

Things I Don’t Like;

- finding out that he didn’t need me anymore than I needed him

- lying in a bed in which I could not sleep

- when you keep staring me out with those black and blue eyes

- when my ex says I’m lacking in depth

- that I’m going to lose me, if I don’t choose me

- that there’s a limit to your love like a waterfall in slow motion

- iron laced butterflies

- feeling the pain of a broken heart, I always want to stop right before it starts

- that Mr Collins and Mary Bennett never get married

- I’m confused?

You’re So Bitter You Think He’s Sweet

Did You Forget To Read The Script?
There Was Never A Role For Him.
It Was Always You And Me.
Just Me.

I kind of was in a conversation that got posted in what looks like a really boring and self-involved screenplay.
It’s fun, maybe.

Click. Clicking Click It.

I Heard He Wrote You A Song, But So What?

Memories Of Me That Seem More Like Bad Dreams

It’s 5.56am but I actually accidentally woke up at 3.21am.
For this I blame the possum epidemic outside my window. Ridiculously, I imagined that leaving the farm would also somehow leave behind the possums.

I guess I have been thinking about things too much again, and that’s another reason for my disturbingly early rising. Going to sleep isn’t usually the problem, it’s the staring at the ceiling in pitch black when you’re lying next to someone you can’t wake up that kills your energy.

I have been watching the OC, and I will admit it’s a horribly boring show, but still. It’s nice to watch slow dramas all at once on DVD because it’s like a book that doesn’t really finish for a while. Like how the Pride & Prejudice miniseries is like a book, because you grow into loving the characters, whereas the 2006 film is not. Also because Keira Knightley in no way reflects any idea of Elizabeth Bennett.

You can’t deny, though, that the OC has a good taste in music. The compilations, although I don’t own any, sound more like mix-tapes than the shameless cross-promotions that a TV soundtrack CD will usually deliver.
It’s probably the reason that I have been listening to Death Cab For Cutie more lately.
Ben Gibbard writes the lyrics that I wish I could steal. I don’t know how, but they reflect some kind of perfection that I didn’t think could be achieved sometimes. Although that’s probably an overstatement to some degree, the degree is remarkably minute.

“Someday You Will Be Loved” from Plans is one that’s been on repeat a little bit.
I guess that I am becoming some kind of ridiculous philosopher with all this time to do nothing but think, but I keep listening to the same words over again and I like the way that they reverberate inside my mind. This song, though I love it, makes me so mad. I hate the guy in it. He’s such a jerk.
For one, it’s a little too Sex & the City to break up with someone on a post it note exclaiming “I can’t do this anymore”, but to tell her that “Someday you will be loved” is infinitely worse.
He purges himself of guilt because a “broken heart will eventually mend” but he just seems so cruel and cold in saying that.
I don’t think they should have stayed together, obviously, but I don’t think that he should pretend to care so much about her when he leaves. Tell the girl “with eyes like the summer” that you don’t want to be with her anymore, not that you’re doing it for her.
I hate that he feels so self-justified because he’s telling her that her future will be better, because who wants to hear that when they’re heartbroken? That sort of sentiment doesn’t really have the power to make everything okay.
I don’t think that he knows what he’s doing, I think he sounds scared more than anything.

He’s probably right though, “the memories of [him]/will seem more like bad dreams” because he left her like a bastard and didn’t end it in a way that suggested that he ever really cared.

I hate the character, but for this I love the song.
It sounds like such a simple song of love and leaving, but it has, at least to my ears, such connotations of insincerity and selfishness.
As some kind of love song it seems like a beautiful juxtaposition.

I like songs that confuse your spirit. I like the confusion of reality and the fruitless endeavours to rectify it.

The Fire Escape Bolted To The Ancient Brick

Somehow I managed to lie in a field of uncut grass in the middle of the city, and find, if not some kind of epiphany, a long forgotten thought that brought some kind of peace.

I’ve always preferred Such Great Heights, but staring up into the sky it was the sudden beginnings of Brand New Colony that brought on some kind of bliss that almost caused my eyes to mist.
Which is a disturbing thought, but I’m not even going to bring myself to recant the truth.

I have found serenity that flows from a pen, and I can’t imagine how I lived without it.

My head seems to be a mess, but it’s an incredible overstatement to suggest that I am.

I’ve been looking into the horizon and I can’t wait until it starts.
I’ve found some kind of peace from looking upwards into the rain at night, and surrounded by imposing buildings shrouded in light I’ve never felt so small.

It’s only really scary ’cause it makes me feel serene in a way I never thought I’d be because I’d never been.

L-O-V-E is coming back, it’s coming back.

I wouldn’t listen to me, though. I tend to be the kind of girl that thinks that stationery can provide salvation.

You Can’t Afford A Blazer, Girl, You’re Always Wearing Clogs

Think of me as a friend and not just the boy that plays guitar.

We’re on top of the world again. 

<3

I’d Rather Be In Tokyo

This sucks. I just listened to I’m A Cuckoo for the first time in ages.

I just realised what the whole song was even saying.

I hate that music can permeate reality so tragically sometimes.

It’s right though, I’m probably taking everything to be a sign now, but maybe I should have tried it before when I first started associating this song with something else.

Oh my gosh.

Don’t You Know It’s Insane?

OhMyGosh.
Nando’s on Mountain Street got blown up. It doesn’t really affect me anymore, but OhMyGosh.
I enrolled at UTS. I am an official student. They can’t take it back now.
I actually have 11.5 hours, not 9.5 but I don’t really care. I go to uni every day except Thursday, but I still don’t care. Hopefully, I’ll be finished every day by 11.30am, except Monday when I finish at 2pm. I really don’t care. I’m really excited.

I did say that I wasn’t going to write about the Soundtrack To My Life again, but I have been listening to Vampire Weekend so much lately, and I have to say Walcott seems to sum up all the reasons I can’t stay in Newcastle.
WALCOTT DON’T YOU KNOW THAT IT’S INSANE?
DON’T YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF CAPE COD? OUT OF CAPE COD TONIGHT?
Mmm. Leaving home. Funnest thing ever.
I’m going to look for a job, soon, I totally promise.

I also love Oxford Comma, because who doesn’t love a song about grammar, and I love Campus because it’s almost a premonition, and I love I Stand Corrected because I love nasty, bitter sarcasm, and I love Mansford Rood and I love and I love and I love and I love Vampire Weekend.
Terrible name from a terrible movie that Ezra the lead singer was in, but rocking african/indie beats and oh so wonderful.

Far From The Cynics

i want to be the Phonograph

that plays your Favourite Songs

as you’re Lying There

drifting off to Sleep

Dear CK:
I want to see you, but I don’t want to see you always. I want to be with you, but I don’t want to be with you always. I want to love you, but I won’t love you always. I want to want you, but I don’t want to want to anymore. I appeared to have tunnel vision, but I wanted to escape the constriction. You thought I was somehow restricting you, but I felt just as trapped in a single room. I’m not the girl you think I am and I’m not even the girl you thought I was. I’m just me, now. I never wanted to be anyone else.x LL

Do You Remember That Time That I Was Lying All Over Your Bed And You Kissed Me All Over My Chest And I Was Dreaming That Each One Was A Different Colour And That I Was Flying Even Though I Could Feel The Ground And I Told You And You Smiled And Kissed Me Again? I think I’m in love with technicolour.

And just so you know, but I’m going to leave the lyrics of your favourite song expressed so incorrectly because now they’re almost mine.

Hey! You’re Being Used!

I have already changed my mind in terms of my list of five soundtrack to my life songs. I probably shouldn’t have posted it, but I suppose that online is just as nice to write on as a post it. I think I will eternally be rewriting the list, but it’s something I can’t help but wonder.

I think that this version is more stable (hopefully) and I’ll try not to post any more.

Such Great Heights (Postal Service), Last Nite (The Strokes), For The Girl (The Fratellis), I Am Trying To Break Your Heart (Wilco [I have been listening to them, and this song in particular, aLOT]) and either The You And Me Song (The Wannadies) or Just Like Heaven (The Cure). Probably the Cure. I’m not sure. I love them both.

I have a new crush. It’s a new found love interest, and it’s driving me crazy because I’m constantly thinking about it, trying to evaluate it. In the end, it’s so pointless, but isn’t that the best part of falling in love?

Once again, it’s on a song. I don’t know why I tend to fall so hard, but I think the combination of enchanting melodies with poignant lyrics sends me into an amourous haze of euphoria. I don’t know why it makes me so happy, it’s not even a happy song. It’s Expectations by Belle & Sebastian. I don’t know where it really even came from, but I found it, and I think I’m in love. Apparently it’s from Tigermilk (thankyou, last.fm!), and I think I’m going to see if I can get the album, just because it’s such a great song. I hope that the rest of the album is as wonderful. Step Into My Office, Baby, will always be my first Belle & Sebastian love, but I’m always open to more.

I just love quirky phrases, and ridiculous words in songs, I think that’s why I fall for things. I love strange words put together, and I tend to pick them up and then overuse them. I guess that’s just a little quirk I have, but it makes everything more fun. Like seeing things in colour.