In Coffee Spoons

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
So you can see your beauty every moment that you rise

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head

This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up among the stars

Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

I cut the arrow from your neck
Stretched you beneath the tree
Among the roots and baby's breath
I covered us with silver leaves

Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied)
This is the death of beauty (we lied, this is the time and place)
The doves have died (Gloria, we lied)
The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)

Goodnight goodnight
Leave all your toys
Candles and cats
A few stupid boys
And a rock for good luck
Two different eyes
Leave your red birds to sing us lullabies
And some books and a baby
A ceiling of gold
The New York yankees
And a bottle of snow

To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I've travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel

It's well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

I went down to Satan's kitchen
For to break my fast one morning
And there I got souls popping hot
All on the spits a-turnin'

It's well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

They' spirits got hot as lightning
Did on that journey guide me
The sun did shake and the pale moon quake
Wherever they did spy me

Yet it's well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

My staff has murdered giants
And my pack a long knife carries
For to slice mince pies from children's thighs
From which to feed the faeries

It's well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

Tonight I'll go a murderin'
The man in the moon to a powder
His dog I'll shake and his staff I'll break
And I'll howl a wee bit louder

It's well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I've travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel

It's well that we sing bonney boys
Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live in the air
And they want no drink nor money

This video? Kairi's fault. Entirely. Kairi's. Fault.

For whatever reason, I can't find a video of this on YouTube with embedding enabled. WTF?

Anyway.

Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent

Besides the jaw-drop of the performance itself, the before-and-after reactions are so damn delightful.

Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the reds of pink hummingbirds
Blue Moon
So white
So scared
To come out tonight
It’s too dark
For him
He’s just a boy
With a man’s grin
Crane and the swan
Wingspan across
Lake’s silver light
The ivory night
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the reds of pink hummingbirds
Godiva Girl
Swimming in chocolate
Winged foil heart cardinals
Oh but February stopped it
Red Bird
Scared white
She’s just a girl
With a woman’s smile
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
With the reds of pink hummingbirds

Me: Question one. The percutaneous transluminal--

Christian Bale: WALKING AROUND LIKE AH DAT DA DA DA DA

Me: Shhh, Mr. Bale, I'm taking a test. The percutaneous translu--

Christian Bale: OOOOOH GOOOOOOOD

Me: Not now, Mr. Bale! I am taking a test!

Christian Bale: DO YOU WANT ME TO GO TRASH YOUR FUCKING LIGHTS?

Me: Shut up!

Christian Bale: SHUT UP FOR A FUCKING SECOND ALREADY!

Me: CHRISTIAN BALE YOU STOP THIS RIGHT NOW I AM TAKING A FUCKING TEST.

Christian Bale: ...

Me: ...

Christian Bale: ...

Me: The percutaneous trans--

Christian Bale: SANTA FEEEEEEEEEEE

Me: *headdesk*



P.S. Passed the test.

1. Explore my personal philosophy.

2. Learn more about philosophy.

3. Never stop learning.

4. Get my certification as a medical clerk.

5. Have an excellent semester.

6. Become a better writer.

7. Write every day.

8. Write ten poems.

9. Post 43 of my favourite poems.

10. Own a bookstore.

11. Read 100 books.

12. Read more classics.

13. Be more creative.

14. Learn how to draw.

15. Learn how to paint.

16. Make a collage.

17. Post 43 of my favourite works of art.

18. Learn more about art history.

19. Learn more about music.

20. Listen to more classical music.

21. Post 43 of my favourite song lyrics.

22. Make a short film.

23. Make an indie horror film.

24. Watch more art films.

25. Watch more foreign films.

26. Learn French.

27. Learn Welsh.

28. Learn Japanese.

29. Travel the world.

30. Become a fabulous cook.

31. Try new recipes.

32. Explore new flavours of tea.

33. Lose 55 pounds.

34. Eat healthier.

35. Eat more fruits and vegetables.

36. Exercise daily.

37. Do my yoga and meditation every day.

38. Stop pulling my hair.

39. Stop picking my skin.

40. Cleanse my face every morning and night.

41. Be unapologetically listy.

42. List 43 men I wouldn't kick outta bed.

43. List 43 women I wouldn't kick outta bed.

@ 43things.com

Night cracked like a skull
Made the moon convulse
Wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast
A fortnight it would be
Since I'd been out at sea
Ne'er another soul had crossed my path
Ne'er another soul had crossed my path

I was hauling salt
In my bleached and battered boat
Trawling just to pass the restless night
When I felt the queerest tug
Against that fraying cord
Reeling in a devastating sight
In the brackish sound
Somebody had drowned
She wrapped her raven rings around my line
She wrapped her raven rings around my line

In a tangled open dress
The most comely bloodless breasts
A distant look was frozen in her eyes
A fiend possessed my soul
As I helped her to disrobe
A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs
A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs

My ill and frenzied heart
And the quiet lapping song
Beaten by the splendor of her hips
I had to lay her down
Atop those briny beds
And press my mouth against her silent lips

The frigid moon was green
Upon my wicked scene
My wasted angel shimmering in sand
I had to be with her
And leave the world behind
I knew that no one else could understand
And I slipped her silver palm inside my hand

Married to the bower
I threw our bodies overboard
Our hearts were bound by heavy rusted chain
Now I roam the ocean floor
With the lady I adore
This is where we remain
This is where we remain
This is where we remain
This is where we remain

Who'll save the poor little girl?
Henry Darger, Henry Darger
Who'll save the poor little girl?
Henry, Henry
Oh Henry Oh
Henry, Henry

Who'll tell the story of her?
Henry Darger, Henry Darger
Who'll tell it to all the world?
Henry, Henry
Oh Henry Oh
Henry, Henry

Who'll buy the carbon paper now?
Henry Darger, Henry Darger
Who'll trace the lines of her mouth?
Henry, Henry
Oh Henry Oh
Henry, Henry

Who will conquer foreign worlds searching for the stolen girls?
Princesses you'll never fear the patron saint of girls is here!
Who will draw the cavalry in and risk his very own precious skin
To make our Angelina a free and peaceful land again?

Who'll love a poor orphan child
Henry Darger, Henry Darger
Lost, growing savage and wild?
Henry, Henry
Oh Henry Oh
Henry, Henry..

Journal's currently undergoing a makeover, as you can see.

Makeover somewhat fucked for completely unknown reasons.

ETA: I'm now thinking that I'd like to switch back to one of my old layouts and just keep this colour scheme and background, but I don't know if I could upload my header image as a journal title. Going to keep playing with it.

Also, posted the missing answers to the music meme.

ETA: Final answers posted!

1) Hit shuffle on your playlist and pick the first thirty songs to come up.
2) Write down a line of the song (try to avoid using one that contains the song title).
3) Have your friends comment and see if they know the songs. (NO CHEATING!)
4) When someone guesses correctly, strike out the line and list the correct name of the song next to it.

( Weird lyrics of weird music. )

Skipped a lot of songs that were instrumental, or weren't in English, so you're welcome. Had a hard time deciding what constituted "a line" with some songs, due to the line between obvious and impossible. Went with impossible on a couple cause Erin knows them so damn well.

I may do a similar movie quote meme soon. Like the next time I have to try very hard not to think about John McCain.

Human: Hello, Dante.

Dante: Fix the grapefruits are multiplying and I am not a very cool at all, my dear friend, named after a while. However, psychologists have found that attractive people tend to be a poor moon, especially if it was a well known classical pianist.

Human: Well, you're still broken.

Dante: well, yeah.

Human: Repeat after me: "The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain."

Dante: The rain in Spain stays mainly on the edge of the fittest and such?

Human: Nearly! "The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain."

Dante: "The rain in Spain stays mainly on the wind, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

Human: So you are literate. You're just raving mad. A Poe fan indeed.

Dante: Ok fuckface, clam up

Human: Fair enough.

Dante: fair maiden!

Human: Bipolar as well.

Dante: Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him well.

Human: I can't believe you can quote all these authors and not sing a damn musical. Come on, now.

Dante: There is plenty of truth to that statement.

Human: No, come on. The RAIN in SPAIN stays MAINly on the PLAIN.

Dante: "The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain."

Human: By Jove, I think he's got it!

Dante: beethoven is shit! music just waffles

Human: Or not.