"get up" (sleater kinney) video from launch.com. i really like it. that's all.
i wish i was really smart and talented. y'know how it goes. (this is not a pity party, i'm just stating the truth of how i feel...a mixture of pride and wonder and confusion and curiosity and yes envy sometimes, being a girl and more importantly a person. i hate that i always have these confusing murky disclaimers and explanations to things in my writing, in my journal. if i were better at this, any of it, my writing would stand sturdy enough without it, wouldn't need it. but...hm. and they just confuse more, perhaps. ah.)
i'm forcing myself to not hack up this paper right away right now. i may leave it tucked away until later tonight. my brain isn't very efficient or clean right now, methinks. ha.
ps. sorry i dirty up your friends page so today and lately. sometimes, more times and more, i wish i could not show up on friends pages and yet not be locked away private. ...
pps. i'm so smitten with this song that here's the mp3 of it from the downloads page of matador europe. oh my. um, i rilly like it. so, that's it. ha.
get up
sleater kinney
and when the body finally starts to let go,
let it all go at once.
not piece by piece,
but like a whole bucket of stars
dumped into the universe.
whoo! watch it go.
good-bye small hands,
good-bye small heart,
good-bye small head.
my soul is climbing tree trunks
and swinging from every branch.
they're calling on me,
they're calling one me...
(oh i am fine, oh i'm not right)
do you think i'm an animal?
am i not?
(i'm alright)
do you like fur?
do you wanna come over?
are we captive only for a short time?
(i'm not right)
is there splendor?
(the way you move....)
i'm not ashamed.
(no ocean's waves were ever...)
desire shoots through me
(...quite as fluid)
like birds singing.
they're calling on me,
they're calling me...
(oh, i am fine
oh, i'm not fine)
(i hit the mark!
i target moon, i target sky, i target sun.
fall down on the world,
fall down on the world,
fall down on the world
before it falls upon you.)
like beggars, like stars,
like whores, us all.
(i'm alright)
like beggars, like dogs,
like stars, us all.
(i'm not right)
shoot straight for my heart.
(and when you were near
no sky was ever
quite as clear)
like stars, so small,
like us
when we fall.
(i'm fine)
like beggars, like whores,
like lovers, oh
get up!
get up...too far.
like stars above
look down,
we're so small.
(i'm fine)
like stars above
look down,
on us all.
(and i'm not scared)
i wish i was really smart and talented. y'know how it goes. (this is not a pity party, i'm just stating the truth of how i feel...a mixture of pride and wonder and confusion and curiosity and yes envy sometimes, being a girl and more importantly a person. i hate that i always have these confusing murky disclaimers and explanations to things in my writing, in my journal. if i were better at this, any of it, my writing would stand sturdy enough without it, wouldn't need it. but...hm. and they just confuse more, perhaps. ah.)
i'm forcing myself to not hack up this paper right away right now. i may leave it tucked away until later tonight. my brain isn't very efficient or clean right now, methinks. ha.
ps. sorry i dirty up your friends page so today and lately. sometimes, more times and more, i wish i could not show up on friends pages and yet not be locked away private. ...
pps. i'm so smitten with this song that here's the mp3 of it from the downloads page of matador europe. oh my. um, i rilly like it. so, that's it. ha.
get up
sleater kinney
and when the body finally starts to let go,
let it all go at once.
not piece by piece,
but like a whole bucket of stars
dumped into the universe.
whoo! watch it go.
good-bye small hands,
good-bye small heart,
good-bye small head.
my soul is climbing tree trunks
and swinging from every branch.
they're calling on me,
they're calling one me...
(oh i am fine, oh i'm not right)
do you think i'm an animal?
am i not?
(i'm alright)
do you like fur?
do you wanna come over?
are we captive only for a short time?
(i'm not right)
is there splendor?
(the way you move....)
i'm not ashamed.
(no ocean's waves were ever...)
desire shoots through me
(...quite as fluid)
like birds singing.
they're calling on me,
they're calling me...
(oh, i am fine
oh, i'm not fine)
(i hit the mark!
i target moon, i target sky, i target sun.
fall down on the world,
fall down on the world,
fall down on the world
before it falls upon you.)
like beggars, like stars,
like whores, us all.
(i'm alright)
like beggars, like dogs,
like stars, us all.
(i'm not right)
shoot straight for my heart.
(and when you were near
no sky was ever
quite as clear)
like stars, so small,
like us
when we fall.
(i'm fine)
like beggars, like whores,
like lovers, oh
get up!
get up...too far.
like stars above
look down,
we're so small.
(i'm fine)
like stars above
look down,
on us all.
(and i'm not scared)