Damn I love the classics. Although i think my definition is pretty wide.

I actually had a lot more things to say. But inevitable it ends up hurting others.

Some people win, some people lose, some were born to sing the blues.


Hello dreamer

I know i’m late to the belle & sebastian game, vicki has been a fan of them for some time. But i guess i just never listened to the right songs. This is one of them.

Another Sunny Day

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

Another rainy day, we’re trapped inside with a train set
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
You’ve got the attic window looking out on the cathedral
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we’ll pick eleven for football
We’re playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Everybody’s gone you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I’m living there still

There’s something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn’t complain
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

This past year, has been somewhat of a rollercoaster of emotions, yet somehow managing to stay relatively uneventful. Fuck me if i manage to figure out how that happened.  This song somehow manages to capture all that i find bewitching in relationships, be it the serendipity of chance encounters, the rush of the tease, the comfort of  languid walks, or/and finally, the beauty in the breakdown.

I listened to belle & sebastian and now i have unrealistic expectations of relationships.

I know what jd and chiewy will say. I’m such a girl. If so be it fuck it yea.

Hello dreamer