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Jul. 23rd, 2009 10:44 pmliteral video version of total eclipse of the heart. funniest video ever, y/y?
on raglan road
Jan. 9th, 2009 12:09 amremember the first song i learned to play on the tinwhistle (that the teacher guy said was called "the dawning of the day")? i totally didn't recognise it at first. now i'm listening to the soundtrack for "in bruges" and guess what...
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
(p.s. sorry for spamming today but sometimes there's stuff worth posting)
eta: having a bad night :( self esteem is way below zero, reaching critical point.
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
(p.s. sorry for spamming today but sometimes there's stuff worth posting)
eta: having a bad night :( self esteem is way below zero, reaching critical point.
i <333 noel gallagher.
Nov. 11th, 2008 08:52 pmi want to cuddle the life out of noel. seriously. and not only in this video - he's the cutest thing ever!
letter from america
Aug. 24th, 2008 12:50 ami really liked this song - but how i wish i never watched the video! it's really funny though: gotta love the '80s!! (seriously, the first part with them on the hills? LOOK AT THE GLASSES! AND JACKETS!)
