Music, dancing, art, waves, beaches, open spaces, people who are interesting, books with sad endings, picnics, jewelry, jeans, secrets, shadows, summer, stoners, camden, day dreaming, jellybeans, problem solving, long walks with no direction, forests, painting, random conversations, lolly stick jokes, graffiti, castles, snow, eskimo kisses, late night baths, late night phone conversations...
Music:
It was seven in the morning
When the spark
Began to give.
The bath was spilling over,
My self pity spilling with it,
So I,
I fled the country
To start it all again
And found myself in paris
In this cemetery rain.
Dear Anne came to me
And took me by the arm
Showed me old disasters embedded in the palm
Warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head.
With a a granite neck,
A singer who can never sing again.
But you, my love...You must come,
Come to joy, turn your head to the sun
Its down to you,
You can shine, you can shake all the sorrow from your palm..
Its down to you
If you dare
To come to joy.
What was it i ran from, what burnt away inside?
Four hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side
Always running
With these legs going nowhere
A ghost in the system, and angel on the stairs...
But oh! this time....
I shall turn,
Turn my head to the sun..
They are marching out of me..
One by one
Walking free.
Oh! theyre going out of....
Oh! i can feel it moving,
This time i'm really moving.
Are you ready to come,
Come to joy
Well its really down to you
If you dare to enjoy...
its down to you...
Hold the key
In your hands..
It's all in the palm of your hand...........
All in the palm of your hand....
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Movies:
I have a wierd taste in films.
Books:
Brave New World
1984
A clockwork Orange
Martyn Pig
Junk
The Lovely Bones
The Wasp Factory
Mr Tickle.
