friday tomorrow, and it is all that i can think about...planned another monster nap as felt incredibly well rested, perceptive, and generally on top of the ball after my three hour nap on wed, consequently i slept through dinner...anyhow, as testament to my tendencies of obliviousnessosity whilst listening to music i've just found the lyrics of the song that i've been humming tone deafedly and has gotten me through the week...i realised it was semi-wistful but nonetheless i'm rather embarassed to say now that it rather cheered me up...
In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to well wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much, as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God and His mercy
Or if He really does exist
Why did He desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world that can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
angsty poeticism from a man that looked like.
this.
courstey of :http://www.seatwave.com/FileStore/SEASON/IMAGE/gilbert-osullivan_001178_MainPicture.jpg
i will probably make the same mistake someday with a song in another language, but as "alone again, naturally" is in very comprehendable english i must must must must must be more present in the moment and attentive...especially if am to ever cushion my embarassment, and perhaps eventually get any sort of work done in the acorn cafe on a weeknight as momentous presentosness will surely act like blinders, and i the metaphorical horsemeat ignoring the temptation to sabotage my study buddy by doodling endlessly on her books, face, and arms, or using coffee as an excuse to people watch, spill all over my really bad writing and notes, and have a closer look at the barista...
must've heard "cheerful, bright, and gay" and diregarded the fifty million other sad words as the tune is just so catchy. ahahahahhahsgkjhakhahahhaha...i'm an imbecile.
the frenzies of the last few weeks of school are poking their spindly little legs through the window of what remains of the shreds of my sanity, not completely present yet, but lurking in the shadows giggling as they think about the stress that the next few weeks promise.
trying to work ahead, but being sucked into oblivion by unfinished paintings, frances
