A Blondie Mess

journey through the connections of a blondie messy mind

Patagonia

Patagonia

Tessellate

Bite chunks out of me You’re a shark and I’m swimming My heart still thumps as I bleed And all your friends come sniffing Triangles are my favorite shape Three points where two lines meet Toe to toe, back to back, let’s go, my love, it’s very late ‘Til morning comes, let’s tessellate Go alone my flower And keep my whole lovely you Wild green stones alone my lover And keep us on my heart Three guns and one goes off One’s empty, one’s not quick enough One bird, one red, one grin Search the graves while the camera spins Chunks of you will sink down to seals Blubber rich in mourning, they’ll nosh you up Yes, they’ll nosh the love away, but it’s fair to say You will still haunt me Triangles are my favorite shape Three points where two lines meet Toe to toe, back to back, let’s go, my love, it’s very late ‘Til morning comes, let’s tessellate

– Alt J, Tessellate

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In the middle of the night, I may watch you go
There’ll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There’ll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine

Stretch out my life and pick the seams out
Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes
Watch me stumble over and over

I have done wrong, so build your tower
But call me home and I will build a throne
And wash my eyes out never again

But love the one you hold
And I’ll be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

Skin too tight and eyes like marbles
You spin me high so watch me as I glide
Before I tumble homeward, homeward

I know I tried, I was not stable
Flawed by pride, I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up…breathe in, breathe out.

But love the one you hold
And I’ll be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

And in the middle of the night, I may watch you go
There’ll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There’ll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
You may not trust the promises of the change I’ll show
But I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine

So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light

Mumford & Sons, Lover Of The Lights

Love Vs Psyche

Amore-e-Psiche-2

Sucker love is heaven sent You pucker up, our passion’s spent My heart’s a tart, your body’s rent My body’s broken, yours is bent Carve your name into my arm Instead of stressed I lie here charmed ‘Cause there’s nothing else to do Every me and every you Sucker love, a box I choose No other box I choose to use Another love I would abuse No circumstances could excuse In the shape of things to come Too much poison come undone ‘Cause there’s nothing else to do Every me and every you Every me and every you Every me Sucker love is known to swing Prone to cling and waste these things Pucker up, for heaven’s sake There’s never been so much at stake I serve my head up on a plate It’s only comfort calling late ‘Cause there’s nothing else to do Every me and every you Every me and every you Every me Every me and every you Every me Like the naked leads the blind I know I’m selfish, I’m unkind Sucker love, I always find Someone to bruise and leave behind All alone in space and time There’s nothing here, but what here’s mine Something borrowed, something blue Every me and every you Every me and every you Every me Every me and every you Every me Every me and every you Every me Every me and every you Every me Every me and every you Every me Every me and every you Every me

– Placebo, Every You Every Me

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A great week end…

Back In Time

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And then you realize that it takes just a few breathes in the water to make you feel SAFE, to make you feel STRONGER, to make you feel HOME.

I know I will always find myself there.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

W. E. Henley, Invictus

Walk

You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You’ve been a’messin’ where you shouldn’t ‘ve been a’messin’
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep lyin’ when you oughta be truthin’
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin’ when you oughta be a’changin’
What’s right is right but you ain’t been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

LEADBREAK

You keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I’ve just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

SPOKEN

Are you ready, boots?
Start walkin

– Nancy Sinatra, These boots are made for walking

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Control

 

 

I hear voices, they tell me to stop
Why should I listen, they’ve never felt the drop
They hide in corners behind the pretty girls
In their gold in their gold in their gold
One minute to a, one minute to a, one minute to midnight

My soul you can have it cause it don’t mean shit
I’d sell it to the devil for another hit
And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here

I hear voices, echo in my brain
They don’t like it cause I’m not dressed the same
They hunt for rabbits just like Yosemite Sam
Say your prayers, say your prayers, say your prayers
One minute to a, one minute to a, one minute to midnight
My soul you can have it cause it don’t mean shit
I’ll sell it to the devil for another hit
And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here
My soul you can have it cause it don’t mean shit
I’ll sell it to the devil for another hit
And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here

There’s no need to fall, there’s no need at all

Out of control on my own trying to find my way back
How did I end up here
And into darkness I walk as the world goes on by
Out of control on my own trying to find my way back
How did I end up here
And into darkness I walk as the world goes on by

I hear voices they tell me to stop
I hear voices they tell me to stop
I hear voices they tell me to stop
I hear voices they tell me to stop

– Kasabian, “I hear voices”

The Beginning of a Journey - don't know who I am

I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really DIDN’T KNOW WHO I WAS for about fifteen strange seconds. I WASN’T SCARED; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

– J. Kerouac, “On The Road” (Sal, Ch. 3)
– Ph.: “Alice entering wonderland”