Lyrical
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Plenty of laughs today, as I attempted the Bathwick Hill run, or more accurately the Cotswold to Pultney Bridge run. Going down, no problem, coming back up... Well, I got to the top of the hill, had a brief athsma attack, walked the flat bit back to campus (not very long) then ran back to Cotswold. I there went in the front door, straight out the back door and allowed myself a more serious attack.
It should be explained that I do not often get athsma, I had it as a child, and now, while I am still technically prescribed an inhaler, I do not own one. I only suffer under high pressure, or when forced to run in very cold places.
Still, livened up the day.
In town I investigated the ski shops, finding wax for myself and the possibility of hire for the girls. The first shop I visited, JustAddWater, was very helpful, not only providing wax, but also directing me to the next shop, which could provide the hire of ski wear. Their display boards had no edge, so I could not judge their level of ski teching, and the man who helped me told me that you needed no qualification to do that in this particular shop. I then moved on to Aqualeisure, who had at least one pair of skis which were razor sharp, I was very impressed. However, they do not do their own teching, it is done at their HQ. The girl serving me for some reason reminded me of René Zelwiger. Very competent too. Told me everything I needed to know to get skis rented.
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Friday, January 16, 2004
I’m just the pieces of the man I used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I’m far away from home
And I’ve been facing this alone
For much too long
I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I’ve been looking back to find
Where I went wrong
Too much love will kill you
If you can’t make up your mind
Torn between the lover
And the love you leave behind
You’re headed for disaster
’cos you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you
Every time
I’m just the shadow of the man I used to be
And it seems like there’s no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can’t you see that it’s impossible to choose
No there’s no making sense of it
Every way I go I’m bound to lose
Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It’ll drain the power that’s in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You’re the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you
Every time
Too much love will kill you
It’ll make your life a lie
Yes, too much love will kill you
And you won’t understand why
You’d give your life, you’d sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end...
In the end.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....
Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....
Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
Stuck in the middle with you.
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
