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Thursday, March 3, 2011

I Want to Know What Love Is pt. 1

Heavy night, it was a heavy night
Feels like we've just, come back from the dead
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone
If we get up now, we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under15's playing football in the park
Let’s sit in St Leonard's on this alcoholic day
We're doing the best, with what we've got
I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out
I work hard all week and so do you
We deserve to let off some steam
Less orthodox creeping,
We need to rage through all of this life
There might be ones who are smarter than you
That have the right answers that wear better shoes
Forget about those melting ice caps
We're doing the best, with what we've got
I love you in the morning
When you're still hung over
I love you in the morning
When you're still strung out
When I'm with you, I am calm
A pearl in your oyster
Head on my chest a silent smile
A private kind of happiness
You see giant proclamations
Are all very well
But our love is louder than words

Sunday - Bloc Party


As usual as I leave the station, I check to see if the bus marked 140 is close by, then I start to walk west anyway. The invisible harshly caresses my face and I think 'Not this time' and then turn to check again. My eyesight wouldn't allow me see so far, so I move east a bit and there was bus 140 getting bigger.  5mins late would have found me once again, walking along the field, my ears safely tucked under the warmer but sensitive enough to transmit music from the earphones connected to my 'lackberry' across my whole being. Usually, I'd be dancing along as I struggled to walk, with onlookers shaking their collective head in disbelief.  Off the bus, I walk east then north along the asphalt path, alone. Sunday goes through my whole and words cannot express how much I love the song.

1 comments:

jemimahnaa said...

i like the song!!