Protected: Looking For Astronauts – The National

This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Password:

Protected: Sad Eyes – Josh Rouse

This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Password:

So Long, Marianne (Leonard Cohen Cover) – Ravens and Chimes

there were creased organic lines on a surface, a reflection of the cumulation of pensiveness, white peaks on a coffee, and castor on top when it should be below; there was the slow deconstruction of symmetrical folds by old people oblivious to it, a result of mundanity, all these a vivid interpretation on a mirror.

coffee in the mornings, with a book, a life in perspective.

Time Can Never Kill The True Heart – Stars

—————————-

but next week is too gay for wyrds ):

My Iron Lung – Radiohead

and he’s got it, after 14 long trying seasons. so there will be no more lamentations that kg’s one of the best players ever to never win a championship, to have successfully overthrown all those allegations that he’s inferior (well, okay, only slightly) to tim duncan, that the supporting cast WAS the reason for him not fulfilling his promise, that he’s a being of sentimentality, that he can win, and i am glad for him.

——————————-

there is still love but it is an ideal, a concept something worth believing in but not quite happening. there has to be doggedness, there has to be resilience, because there’s really no other way.

Shadowman – K’s Choice

these are rainy sunny days in scotland which make for great introspection except that the tight cloister of people in the staff accomodations pretty much ensure that there’s hardly any space left for oneself. i have a polish roommate now, he came in at 2am on sunday morning with three other people and they giggled when they saw me on my laptop; yesterday he brought a girl into our room where he was going to spend the night with before an elderly man came and took her away and the look of disappointment was palpable on his face.

the night before, he grinned as he showed me photographs of him and his girlfriend on a ski slope.

today, a dear friend told me she was getting engaged and i was truly happy for her; i wonder though if my time will ever come and somehow i don’t think that is very likely. it is not cynicism, it’s a matter of choice and if there’s anything i have learnt, i rather be disappointed/heartrended than to compromise because the guilt is too much to bear, too much to live with.

Pretty in Pink – The National

there is something about matt berninger that when he sings, a comforting sense of bass-ness just comes over you and tells you that it’s ok, it’s alright, all will be fine, we will all move on somehow.

———–

what happens when you just fall into a cycle of monotony and endless repetition and keep on doing the same thing everyday? there is small joy in the little routines, but nothing incandescent about it and that’s not a life that should be led. i would know, i have been doing it for the past year ( and more ) and comfort’s only comforting to a certain degree. so run, cook, read, write, breathe, LIVE, that’s a good resolution to have.

Everything Hits At Once – Spoon

i was in the room signing the contract that would tie me to the hotel for the next three months when i found the open ticket that was supposed to fly me home on the 15th june, and about the only thing i could do was to flex and tell myself to hold it together, that two years wouldn’t be that long, really. i understand it will be terribly expensive for me to fly back over winter, and unless i can find a cheap flight back, there will not be any argument at all.

but it doesn’t make things any easier.

The Hardest Part – Coldplay

i’m in scotland now which is nice and lovely, but somehow there’s an unshakeable sense of melancholy which reminds me that with each passing year, everything seems less concrete and despite trying so hard to hang on, everything just sweeps by around you. it’s tiring, it’s bone wearying, there are times when i ask myself why but that’s not the right question is it.

the right question would be, why didn’t you work hard in the first place. why aren’t you a better person, why aren’t you more interesting, why don’t you read more.

why don’t you like me at all.