Use Somebody

more about “Use Somebody – Kings of Leon“, posted with vodpod

Backseat

by Carina Round

(found via Miauw Miauw)

We were sleeping in for years, letting go
Of our friends, scaring our friends
We were staying clear of closing our eyes
And our lashes intertwined
The things you find, in the backseat of your mind
What you find

And we filled each others footprints in the snow
Full of warm red alcohol
We were learning to make the world stand still
And it will, but until
Do I lie in the backseat of your mind
Do I lie just a second and we’re gone
Just an imprint when we’re done
Just a second and we’re gone
Just an imprint when we’re done

It should be forever

Laughing Out Loud.

Documenting a life is neither truthful nor deceitful.
We pick details for vultures, keeping the best parts hidden.
Life is worth the laughter though I often forget.
This is how I remember:

Life | Love | Music | Musings | Craft | You |
Jakarta

Threads.

This is the delicate part.
They’d never tell you this.

Really, it’s all pretty simple.

it just vacillates between two strange halves

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Hey, I can’t stop my feet,
Ebony and ivory and dancing in the street.
It’s true, the world is in a crazy, hazy hue.
I’m the moment between the striking and the fire.
-Emiliana Torrini, Me and Armini

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and

I tell my love to wreck it all
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order’s tall
Pour a little salt we were never here
-Bon Iver, For Emma Forever Ago

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I just wish you’d do something
before I get bored, and take up laundry as an actual hobby.

I wish I was kidding.

Gravity Rides Everything

I’m listening to this cover by Lenka. I dig it.
It’s a lullaby.

Lenka – Gravity Rides Everything (Modest Mouse Cover)

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Oh, got to see, got to know right now
What’s that riding on your everything?
It isn’t anything at all
Oh, got to see, got to know right now
What’s that writing on your shelf
In the bathrooms and the bad motels?
No one really cared for it at all
Not the gravity plan
Early, early in the morning
It pulls all on down my sore feet
I want to go back to sleep
In the motions and the things that you say
It all will fall, fall right into place
As fruit drops, flesh it sags
Everything will fall right into place
When we die, some sink and some lay
But at least I don’t see you float away
And all the spilt milk, sex and weight
It all will fall, fall right into place

Hard to be soft, tough to be tender.

randomly chosen song of the day! Other than this, it was Lily Allen’s Who’d Have Known… which seemed a little out of place.

Metric – Help I’m Alive (Acoustic)

and the original version
Metric – Help I’m Alive

I like both version of the song. This is probably going to be my anthem for the week. This weekend is going to be crazyhellarghhhhmagawddpanicpanicpanic. You get the idea, yes?

You, however, should check out their album Fantasies

I tremble, they’re gonna eat me alive
If I stumble, they’re gonna eat me alive

Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer?
Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft, tough to be tender

Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

If you’re still alive, my regrets are few
If my life is mine, what shouldn’t I do?
I get wherever I’m going
I get whatever I need
While my blood’s still flowing and my heart still beats…
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

The Story of Your Red Right Ankle.

This isn’t new but that’s not important. It’s a good song. Sung by Colin Meloy of The Decemberists. I’ve had them tucked around in my laptop for some time but it didn’t impress me then when I was 16. It started playing while I was sitting inside the car staring into the lush green valleys of Bandung. I think there are some things you can only appreciate once you get older like certain stories, people and things.

The Decemberists – Red Right Ankle (click to listen)

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb”
This is the story of your red right ankle

Shuffle Told Me So.

inspired by Dawn

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

image courtesy of Urbindimo

The creepy thing about this exercise is that although these are ordered chronologically by how they popped up on shuffle, they kind of weave their own coherent poem. Sorta. Also this is much more fun to do when you have 3078 songs ranging from Ciara to Kings of Convenience. It gets somewhat steamy in the middle but the last stanza hints at a tragic end I fear.

Riding on this know-how
You are my sweetest downfall

You Don’t Know Me.

Today I fell in love with a woman. A Russian woman no less. We can live in St. Petersburg and she can sing me to sleep after a hearty meal of Borscht and Pelmeni over a crackling fire. It would be snowing too.

It began with her music. I love it. I was flipping through my playlist with another fervent question. Her song was my answer. It’s a beautiful lamentation of the things we hold on to, long after they’re gone.

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away
some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
they might so I’m waiting and staying awake

Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep
I’ll never know if I go to sleep

I’m taking the knife to the books that I own and chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone

Oh even music is not enough to make me love you. Oh no. I wanted to show you the song but instead I fell in love at exactly 3 minutes and 29 seconds.

Regina Spektor – The Flowers
from Soviet Kitsch (2004)

So. ADORABLE!!1!
She wins the title of CUTEST RUSSIAN WOMAN EVAR. Hands down.

I asked another question and this time Ben Folds joined in to answer.

You can figure out what I asked if you’re smart.

Ben Folds featuring Regina Spektor – You Don’t Know Me
from Way to Normal (2008)

ALSO SO ADORABLE. Where are these people? I need to hunt them down and make them join my Legion of Infinitely Cool Kids.

Disclaimer: Mom, i know you secretly read this. I was kidding. I am straight. Please don’t worry. Love you.

It’s No Wonder How They Scream.

HOKAY. I am taking a break for a moment from writing imaginary songs in my head.

Guess who this is….

Rachael Yamagata is releasing her new album this October!

This is her newest single “Elephants”. When Z showed me this vid, I squealed!

It’s a different feel compared to the songs from Happenstance, her debut. That album was light and young.. and this she sounds so worn like traces of memories you’d find slipped in between the folds of an old dress.

Something about the way she mouths the song is so attractive.

If the elephants have past lives,
yet all destined to always remember,
It’s no wonder how they scream
Like you and I they must have some temper

Heart’s A Mess

Gotye – Heart’s A Mess

It’s a nice song with a cute video.

I Just Hope There Is a You

A nameless face to think I see
To sit and watch the waves with me till they’re gone
A heart I’d swear I’d recognize is made out of my own devices
….Could I be wrong?

Nos Envies, Nos Amours

I wrote some strange things, few of thembarely funny which clearly defeats the purpose of this blawg where you, dear anonymous reader, is supposed to laugh WITH me. At least, you can laugh at me. I guess maybe laughing out loud won’t be the purpose for writing here.

Once upon a time I wrote for the sake of humor, on another public avenue prior to this. But it got tiring to write for an audience. I tempered and twisted what I thought and felt just to make it mildly humorous. I think about every single word I write. Can you imagine how long that takes? I wanted to write about more genuine things and moved over here. I wanted to remember things properly as they should be so that I really am in every word. Lo and behold, they are really pathetic stuff. I’m just laaaaaaaaame. That’s just how I roll, folks.

Heh, even with all of this I have yet to write a coherent paragraph for a project about hope and my homeland. Go figure. I’m vacillating between writing a very angry open letter or a fairytale bordering on delusional.

So with all of this emotionally charged poasty toasts, it only seems fitting that I end this with a song in a foreign language. It’s a pretty song sung by Feist. My French is terrible so you could probably do a better job looking it up on Babelfish. I cheated though and using an arsenal of online translators this is what I came up with. Do correct me if I’m wrong!

To listen: Feist – La Meme Histoire

Quel est donc ce lien entre nous, cette chose indéfinissable?
Où vont ces destins qui se nouent pour nous rendre inséparables?

What is this bond between us, this indefinable thing?
Where do these destinies go, to tie up themselves and render us inseparable?

On vit au jour le jour, nos envies nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir on est toujours dans la même histoire

We live from day to day, our desires, our loves
We go without knowing we are always in the same story

Leave Unsaid Unspoken

I can’t continue pretending to choose
These opposite sides on which we fall
The loving you laters, if at all
No right minds could wrong be this many times

Sara Bareilles – Between the Lines

Bareilles is better than a one hit wonder.
This is a radio prophet post. It all started here:

Amidst All The To And Fro

“You’ve gotta hope that there’s someone for you as strange as you are
Who can cope with the things that you do without trying too hard “

Roads Left in both of our Shoes.

There’s a greyhound station where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations

So they may have a chance of finding a place where they’re far more suited than here

Don’t Let Them Know Where We’ll Hide Today.

I have a radio prophet. Except instead of a radio, I use my mp3 player. Think of it like the magic 8 ball. You ask it a question and it gives you an answer through the mystical cosmos by giving you the most appropriate song. The message is in the song of course. So instead of the radio, I click forward down my playlist randomly whenever it feels like stopping and voila.

Can you believe that I believe this stuff?

This song has been picked out a couple of times these last few days and I can’t quite figure out why.

maybe i’ll hide with you
Stop counting please
They’re all fake me’s
Don’t mind if I break down again
I can always hide from this town
Don’t let them know
where we’ll hide today
It’s all for you
And all you say to me is hanging on to yesterday

letting up despite great faults – download

So what does that mean?