You made me forget my dreams
When I woke up to you sleeping
We had peace for a night at least
But the trouble starts today
This morning you’ll say
“I’ll see you sometime, maybe” and I
Fall back to uneasy sleep
You made me forget my dreams
I was building a space rocket
With the boy who played bass guitar
With the boy who’s wearing flares
He didn’t care
He lit the fuse and ran for a mile
The space rocket went up in style
The space rocket went up in style
I’ll lend you two hundred quid
For a flight across the ocean
Maybe things will look better there
Because they couldn’t be much worse
Than tears and a curse
For men with guns, maturing in age
Will always pay a shitty wage
They’ll always pay a shitty wage
You made me forget my dreams
When I woke up to you sleeping
There was blood on the sheets again
And the view outside the window
Of gardens in bloom
Obscured by all the trouble we had
I think I better make a move
I think I better make a move
Belle & Sebastian
Had a lazy day yesterday. Watched The Talented Mr. Ripley and Jackie Brown (both recommended). Then watched WWF No Mercy. Then dragged my tired ass out of bed at 9:00 for a 10:00 lecture. Only to find out it is cancelled. Bastards.
Still, at least it gives me more time to research something for a story I’m planning. Not sure yet if it will be a book or just a short story.
I’m also planning to phone that girl tonight to find out what the hell is going on. Seeing as that was the advice most people gave me. Which reminds me…
I would like to thank each and every one of you who has supported me throughout this time, and given me advice.
I have said many times that OD is like a support structure for me. Well, over the past couple of days, I have been proven right. I wish I could take the lot of you down the pub and buy you a drink, but I can’t, so instead:
Corbeau and norahrose, you guys are NOT horrible, despite doing something which was not very nice. I would like now to finish with another Belle & Sebastian song, the lyrics of which are true:
If you want me I’ll be there
A boy to deal with all your problems
But part of the deal
Is for you to feel something
If you want me look me up
I don’t exist in usual places
Subtle as the wind is grey
If you want me you know where I am
I saw your arms in a dream
And there were blue veins blue
Blue veins
If you want me all you have to do
Is ask a thousand questions
Triplicate and file under
“Simple things you ask to make a young boy sigh”
Young boy sigh
Young boy sigh
“Simple things”
Will
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