damien rice the blower's daughter

and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time
and so it is
the shorter story
no love, no glory
no hero in her sky

i can't take my eyes off of you
i can't take my eyes off you...

and so it is
just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze
most of the time
and so it is
the colder water
the blower's daughter
the pupil in denial

i can't take my eyes off of you
i can't take my eyes off you...

did I say that I loathe you?
did I say that I want to
leave it all behind?

i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind off you
i can't take my mind off of you
i can't take my mind off you
i can't take my mind off you
i can't take my mind...
my mind...my mind...
'til I find somebody new




you were that lemon scented wild breeze in my pale blue mind*

there is a continuous static sound that keeps blaring from my laptop, making it extremely nerve wrecking to even unmute the volume much less listen to songs. must be the damn milk that i spilled over the keyboard that fateful night.. prob corroded the insides to some milky remains. due to my habit of leaving the laptop on while doing some other things, i am also deprived of the msn notification alarm thingy that sounds when someone msgs me, leading to unfrenliness on my part to many others by ignoring them unwittingly cause i did not notice that their responses flashing on the screen. it's not my fault everyoneeee... :( so to add on the many other little inconvenience that this damn problem has brought me, like being unable to watch movies in the comfot and privacy of my room anymore.

stupid ndp rehearsal caused the entire traffic in town to go haywire. wat could have been a fifteen minute journey extended to a good full hour of craziness on the road. the cab drivers must be having a field day..

my mum discovered my nose piercing. she din say much
:D

lately all i tink abt is him, art, piano and bits of when it will be the next time i touch my books again/whether to go sch/wat to do after graduation.. after typing the previous sentence i have suddenly reminded myself tat my sketches are due on monday! shit.. looks like i wun have to worry abt having nth to do tmr. not tt i had any problem before anyway, bumming is my staple activity

but so much for all that useless thinking, i have yet to even consolidate my thoughts, not to mention putting them into actions. somehow if everything comes down to a moment of decision, does that itself undermine the purpose of it all? like the sanctity of life when someone decides to commit suicide. or does it simply show how dispensable things have actually become.

the heart and mind are two different entities existing in one common body. tts why we are all so screwed up