http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgB6QPU273Q
Why? Why not?
Sebastien Tellier - L’amore et la violance
Dis-moi ce que tu penses
De ma vie
De mon adolescence
Dis-moi ce que tu penses
Moi j’aime aussi
L’amour et la violence
Almost a month. It’s been a while, to say the least. So, where have I been? Wait, that’s a stupid question. I’ve been busy with real life, real life problems and stuff. Work, friends and confusing relationships. As usual I’m broke, as usual I’m confused, as usual I refrain from doing things I need to do.
I have been spending a lot of time with a certain somebody, but the general feeling that we are to much friends to be anything else is always present, and she sometimes confuses me to no end. I have also started to talk to someone I thought I didn’t like anymore, and that makes me glad, because I have actually missed her somewhat, as a friend that is. I have rekindled some old friendships, which feels great because we rarely have time these days to see each other. And I have lost contact with some other old friends, and realised that we really don’t have anything in common anymore.
I turn 21 in about a month and a half. Somehow I feel old, like I have already reached my peak. Which is pure bullshit, but I guess that’s a common feeling for people like us in their early twenties. What the fuck are we supposed to do? The world is so big, and we are so small, and we don’t really know anything. Nothing at all.
Yet still.
We Are Here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23PkA3G6NL8
My new favorite band right now.
The Last Shadow Puppets - My Mistakes Where Made For You
About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
My mistakes were made for you
And in the back room of a bad dream, she came
And whisked me away, enthused
And it’s solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something
On the hazardous terrain
And were just following the flock, round
And the inbetween, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the grain
And its the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt help, but spit em out
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds
She’s was bitten on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, shes not
And i suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, its forgot
And it’s alot to ask and not to sting1
Give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
Cos were just following the flock round
And the in-between
Before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the grain
And it’s the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt help, but spit em out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And it’s alot to ask and not to sting
Giver her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance intwined
“I’ve been thinking of taking acting classes”, I say.
She asks why, and I reply; “Because I’m pretty damn good liar”. And it’s true, I think to myself, while standing on the wet balcony. It’s raining, not heavily, but slowly. Discretly. The kind of rain that makes you wet without you noticing. A empty box of cheap white wine lays discarded under a small table. Wet, slowly dissolving cigarette butts in an ashtray.
She gives me a number of scenes to act out, and I do them all. Angry, happy, sad, laughing. All of them. “Was it good? Should I do it?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a damn good liar”. And while she says this, she looks sad.