Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I’m so alone
Don’t have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him the word that I’m not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I’m so alone
Don’t have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.
Mr. Sandman (yes?)bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a “come-hither” gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace
Mr Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)
Would be so peachy before we’re too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream.
Mr Sandman – The Chordettes
and it would be that every now and then an incident in which i have absolutely no say nor business in would crop up and invoke such a response in me in which i would rant and rave at no one in particular and screaming how goddamned unfair the whole fucking world is.
fuck it man.
(if anyone is not happy with the sheer number of vulgarities which popped up after a hiatus of 2-3 weeks, they can just simply fuck off. )
this is decidedly sad; i;ve had this song like 2 weeks ago and i just found out about its lyrics only today. (pretty obviously, i’m not a lyrical person.)
i am a question to the world
not an answer to be heard
or a moment that’s held in your arms
and what do you think you’d ever say
i won’t listen anyway
you ignore me
and i’ll never be what you want me to be
and what do you think you’d understand
i’m a boy, no i’m a man
you can’t take me and throw me away
and how can you learn what’s never shown
yeah you stand there all alone
they don’t know me cos
i’m not here
and i want a moment to be real
wanna touch things i can’t feel
wanna hold on and feel i belong
and how can the world want me to change
they’re the ones that stayed the same
they don’t know me cos
i’m not here
and you see the things they never see
all you wanted, i could be
now you know me, and i’m not afraid
and i wanna tell you who i am
can you help me be a man?
they can’t break me
as long as i know who i am
and i want a moment to be real
wanna touch things i can’t feel
wanna hold on and feel i belong
and how can the world want me to change
they’re the ones that stayed the same
they can’t see me
but i’m still here
they can’t tell me who to be
cos i’m not what they see
and the world is still sleeping
while i keep on dreaming for me
and they’ll want to just whisper
the lies that i’ll never believe
and i want a moment to be real
wanna touch things i don’t feel
wanna hold on and feel i belong
and how can they say i’ve never changed
they’re the ones that stayed the same
i’m the one now
cos i’m still here
i’m the one
cos i’m still here
I’m Still Here – John Rzeznik (of the goo goo dolls fame)
oh shit. and i suppose i will just contradict myself and go get an elf name.
Erestor Ringëril
two actually.
Lenwë Tasardur
get it here!!
why is it that everyone swoons over legolas and NONE over aragorn. the chap’s by and far the most charismatic character in the series, especially if you read the silmarillion. he’s moody and melancholic and against all odds, managed to get his kingdom back. and so, my top ten moments of the two towers:
1. aragorn (being strider) and able to pick up with his ears what legolas can’t with his eyes (namely, the hobbit-nappers/orcs)
2. aragorn saving’s gimli’s ass
3. aragorn chopping orcs into pieces with anduril.
4. aragorn’s pact with gimli not to tell legolas about the dwarf-hurling incident that was to come.
5. aragorn hurling gimli over.
6. aragorn and arwen undomiel. (liv tyler. -swoons-)
7. aragorn and the pendent arwen gave him.
8. aragorn and anduril. (alliteration)
9. aragorn putting on his suit.
10. viggo mortensen!!
(my response to a particular person’s post. : p )
oh, and by the way, fuck you.
welcome back david.
and it is odd (but lovely and nice) to meet up classmates from yesteryear and realise that you haven’t distanced yourself from them much and that you still do have many things in common (i think) and that friendships forged 2 years ago will remain umtempered by the passing of time.
we all have our dreams. let me dream mine.
On Turkeys and Lamb Chops and Bee Hoon and Curry and Haagen Daas
which totally trashed today’s dinner (nasi bryani) flat.
God Bless the maker of Haagen Daas and Movenpick.
a merry christmas to everyone . : )
everything nice and meaningful and pleasant would have probably been said out there so i shall not attempt to word-pollute the already word-polluted world of cyberspace but instead remain nice and silent and quiet.
my christmas present to you all. enjoy. (while it lasts)
(thank you matthew, for the lovelylovely dinner (and ice cream ! and basketball! whee!))
