when the world, it shows me up
my clothes, they show me up
I never knew this before
the finest hour that I've ever known
was finding a pound on the Underground
when my words came stumbling out
then I went tumbling out
I've never been hit before
the finest hour that I've ever known
was finding a pound on the Underground
and I keep hoping you are the same as me
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
we are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go (home)
when the words came stumbling out of my mouth
and I went tumbling out (here, no no, no no)
but I keep hoping you are the same as me
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
we are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
oh, I'm going home
but I'll keep hoping you are the only one
yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun
oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say
but poetry is not for me, as much as I'd like to stay
oh, I just want to go home
you're, you're, you're too young
should've been, you, you're, you're too young
it should've been, you too, you're too, you're too young
it should've been, you, you, you're too young
you should've been... safe here
bribed the judge and then sat down
ooh, you're, you're, you're too young
This song gets me floating. I feel like laying on top of the roof and drinking beer. Listening this. Or drowning with this in my head. Just great. Actually I'm just a looser, just sitting here. Wanting to live. Wanting to die. Trying to stop thinking too much. Trying to stop thinking too much too much. Exploding. Trying to escape without running away.
VastaaPoistaActually, just wanted to ask how are you feeling right now? What do you think about the melody of the song (I love it (I don't love (often)))?
Well, firstly:
PoistaI'm in love with Harriet Wheeler, the voice in this song. I have an embarrassingly intense crush on her. She's the woman of my life, and I know absolutely nothing about her, which is painful and exciting.
This song makes me explode. All songs of The Sundays make me explode.
I'm listening to the song at the moment, so, well, that's how I'm feeling right now. Like exploding.
Oh, and:
PoistaHow are you? Who are you? We should go for tea!
Love towards a stranger is a very beautiful thing I think. You can imagine everything about her/him over and over again in different ways still not knowing what is the truth. Painful and exciting indeed, as you said.
PoistaThose questions are one of the most difficult for me to answer. I would like to say I'm fine, but it doesn't feel right. Actually, right now my mind is like Harriet Wheeler's voice when it's following the melody of this song.
And the second question. As you may notice, I have no idea how to write with words. If I'll give you words, you wont know anything more of who I am than you will know if I give you something else. The guitar riff from the intro of the radiohead's song called creep might be the right description of me. I'm not sure if the drums and bass should be there too or not.
I think it would be amazing to drink tea on a tree.
Who are you? What is your favorite tea? Do you like colors?
The most painful (and exciting) thing about loving Harriet Wheeler is that I have NO idea what she's like. She could be a horrible person, deeply stupid and ignorant and just HORRIBLE. I wouldn't know. But THAT VOICE, how could she possibly be evil with that voice?
PoistaThe best part of this song starts after 3:10. I wonder if Harriet Wheeler was aware of the fact that she came across like an angel?
Radiohead is almost great.
I'm not sure who I am. I'll possibly come up with an answer within the next 6 decades. At the moment I do know that
- I like normal, average, boring tea.
- Colours are fine, at least most of them, everything except pink, and sometimes even pink is fine.