so this is totally cliche and unoriginal but i feel i should do it. plus, i want to. this is a list of all the artists in my itunes. GO
Agnes Obel
Alana Grace
Angus & Julia
Anna Nalick
Arcade Fire
Arctic Monkeys
Arrah & the Ferns
Art vs Science
Audrey Hepburn
Ball Park Music
Band of Skulls
Barry Louis Polisar
Beach Fossils
Belle & Sebastian
Benjamin Francis Leftwich
Bishop Allen
Bombay Bicycle Club
Bon Iver
Boy & Bear
Brie Larson
Cher
Christina Aguilera
City & Colour
Colourblind
The Cure
Damien Jurado
Darwin Deez
Devendra Banhart
Ellie Goulding
Elliott Smith
Elton John
Emiliana Torrini
Fionn Regan
Fleet Foxes
Florence and the Machine
Foster the People
French Films
Goo Goo Dolls
The Good Scissors
Gotye
Gregory and the Hawk
Grizzly Bear
Gypsy and the Cat
The Honey Trees
HUSKY
Ingrid Michaelson
Iwan Rheon
James Blunt
Jinja Safari
Joe Hisaishi
Joel Fenton
Josh Pyke
Justin Timberlake
Kate Nash
Kate Voegele
The Kinks
The Kooks
La Dispute
Landon Pigg
Lenka
The Libertines
Lily Allen
A Lion Named Roar
Lisa Mitchell
Little Red
Marble Sounds
Matt Corby
Matthew and the Atlas
Mika
Mindy Gledhill
Modest Mouse
The Naked and Famous
Noah and the Whale
Norah Jones
Oren Lavie
Owl Eyes
The Paper Kites
Paul Tiernan
Peter, Bjorn & John
Phoenix
P!nk
Plumtree
Princess Chelsea
Rachael Yamagata
Red Berry Plum
Regina Spektor
Ron Pope
The Ronettes
Rosie and Me
The Script
Semisonic
Seth Sentry
She & Him
Shout Out Louds
Simple Minds
Sleepyhands
The Submarines
Teddy Geiger
Tom Milek
The Troggs
Two Door Cinema Club
Vampire Weekend
Vetiver
We Are Scientists
Wheatus
The Wombats
Young the Giant
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
invisibility cloak
sometimes, i feel like Simon Bellamy. (if you are not acquainted with this character, go watch misfits right now.)
which is to mean, for those unacquainted ones, that i on occasion feel invisible, translucent, "Mr Cellophane, shoulda been my name cos you can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know i'm there" to quote Chicago lyrics.
it's a little bit pathetic, i don't like to be a doormat, a mantlepiece, an observer, a benchwarmer. by nature, i am very much the opposite. a leader, not a follower. i am a cat, and i walk by myself, she quotes resolutely, in reference to a favorite childhood bedtime story. i am the mouse walking through the deep, dark wood, who claims to have a dining appointment with a gruffalow. small and insignificant in looks, unpredictably bold in personality. however, another rather strong trait of my persona oftentimes is at conflict with said boldness. the trait of mine which is often praised, is unfortunately my befallment. the desire to please others, an innert niceness- for want of a better phrase.
this is me, and as i grow the bolder side strengthens, however at times it overpowers and backfires in unpleasant ways. i can only hope that in the future, as i continue to grow and change, that these two opposites of my character are able to find balance, a happy middle.
i refuse to be a pushover, yet i desire to be well-liked. in time, i hope, this will be achieved.
which is to mean, for those unacquainted ones, that i on occasion feel invisible, translucent, "Mr Cellophane, shoulda been my name cos you can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know i'm there" to quote Chicago lyrics.
it's a little bit pathetic, i don't like to be a doormat, a mantlepiece, an observer, a benchwarmer. by nature, i am very much the opposite. a leader, not a follower. i am a cat, and i walk by myself, she quotes resolutely, in reference to a favorite childhood bedtime story. i am the mouse walking through the deep, dark wood, who claims to have a dining appointment with a gruffalow. small and insignificant in looks, unpredictably bold in personality. however, another rather strong trait of my persona oftentimes is at conflict with said boldness. the trait of mine which is often praised, is unfortunately my befallment. the desire to please others, an innert niceness- for want of a better phrase.
this is me, and as i grow the bolder side strengthens, however at times it overpowers and backfires in unpleasant ways. i can only hope that in the future, as i continue to grow and change, that these two opposites of my character are able to find balance, a happy middle.
i refuse to be a pushover, yet i desire to be well-liked. in time, i hope, this will be achieved.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
bloom.
In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you.
Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can't get out.
Can I be close to you?
i'm erratic, irrational (at times), indecisive, impulsive, affectionate, intimate, i like to whistle, music gives my heart wings, some would say i'm a tired cliche, others something they've
never seen, i dare to be different, but i'm also quite scared, prone to being taken unawares, more often than what is sensible, unprepared. forgetfull of "important things" but i remember everything, every word and sound and secret, every whisper and which-way, no sense of direction, i don't know where i'm headed, but i'll skip down a windy road, connecting the dots, colouring outside the lines, breaking the rules. one day, i'll find my place.
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you.
Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can't get out.
Can I be close to you?
i'm erratic, irrational (at times), indecisive, impulsive, affectionate, intimate, i like to whistle, music gives my heart wings, some would say i'm a tired cliche, others something they've
never seen, i dare to be different, but i'm also quite scared, prone to being taken unawares, more often than what is sensible, unprepared. forgetfull of "important things" but i remember everything, every word and sound and secret, every whisper and which-way, no sense of direction, i don't know where i'm headed, but i'll skip down a windy road, connecting the dots, colouring outside the lines, breaking the rules. one day, i'll find my place.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
put a smile on your dial
in attempt to lift the mood of this blog, i've decided to start off by making a list of all the things i love right now.
i'm unsure as to whether or not this will become a regular thing, but i think that if it happens often enough, better spirits will be in existence all around.
so let's do it.
long, scalding hot showers.
forget-me-nots.
huge fuzzy slippers that render walking like a normal person impossible.
great music, such as that of the talented Boy & Bear, The Paper Kites, Agnes Obel, Jinja Safari, et cetera.
School Of Rock. for those who haven't seen it, you suck. go out and rent it and watch it. Jack Black. a bunch of adorable kids. rock music. some great one-liners.
"no you're not hardcore, unless you live hardcore. and the legend of the rent was way hardcore!"
wrapping christmas presents for other people
pina coladas
14-year friendships.
driving at 120 kph.
sleeping into whatever time i feel like.
talented 7-year-olds
shopping for baby clothes
whistling
mandolin music
the list goes on. but i'll stop there. love
i'm unsure as to whether or not this will become a regular thing, but i think that if it happens often enough, better spirits will be in existence all around.
so let's do it.
long, scalding hot showers.
forget-me-nots.
huge fuzzy slippers that render walking like a normal person impossible.
great music, such as that of the talented Boy & Bear, The Paper Kites, Agnes Obel, Jinja Safari, et cetera.
School Of Rock. for those who haven't seen it, you suck. go out and rent it and watch it. Jack Black. a bunch of adorable kids. rock music. some great one-liners.
"no you're not hardcore, unless you live hardcore. and the legend of the rent was way hardcore!"
wrapping christmas presents for other people
pina coladas
14-year friendships.
driving at 120 kph.
sleeping into whatever time i feel like.
talented 7-year-olds
shopping for baby clothes
whistling
mandolin music
the list goes on. but i'll stop there. love
your nimble fingers pluck and strum,
as melodies rise, my brain goes numb,
i cannot whistle, i can only hum,
it all feels insignificant, when i realise
how far i've yet to come.
lying back, the strings a-singing,
electricity down my back, my emotions clinging,
your eyes locked onto mine, sending my head spinning,
in unequal waves, confusion and clarity my thoughts are bringing
to my tired mind, you could say i'm an old soul,
but really i'm a mere infant, as you once called me before,
your contagious laughter erupts, your dimples appear,
i lean in to kiss one and i'm all too near,
this feeling painfully and wonderfully familiar,
i jumped right in to swim,
but now i've frozen. i watch you dozing,
how can you look so peaceful,
when my mind is a-flutter,
my headspace all clutter,
you can't tie a girl down
when she's determined to speak her heart,
i'm a fool to wear it on my sleeve,
i oft neglect my arms, and now i'm cold,
won't you share your warmth with me now,
as you did not so long ago... already it feels like an eternity.
to put it simply;
i miss you. i want it all back. please come back.
as melodies rise, my brain goes numb,
i cannot whistle, i can only hum,
it all feels insignificant, when i realise
how far i've yet to come.
lying back, the strings a-singing,
electricity down my back, my emotions clinging,
your eyes locked onto mine, sending my head spinning,
in unequal waves, confusion and clarity my thoughts are bringing
to my tired mind, you could say i'm an old soul,
but really i'm a mere infant, as you once called me before,
your contagious laughter erupts, your dimples appear,
i lean in to kiss one and i'm all too near,
this feeling painfully and wonderfully familiar,
i jumped right in to swim,
but now i've frozen. i watch you dozing,
how can you look so peaceful,
when my mind is a-flutter,
my headspace all clutter,
you can't tie a girl down
when she's determined to speak her heart,
i'm a fool to wear it on my sleeve,
i oft neglect my arms, and now i'm cold,
won't you share your warmth with me now,
as you did not so long ago... already it feels like an eternity.
to put it simply;
i miss you. i want it all back. please come back.
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