Hobby

Force me into it and never let me go,
tell me things are not the way I see them
and that I can't prove you wrong.

I'm just looking for a way out,
a hobby, somebody to touch,
and maybe some inspiration to write another song.

You know winter's coming up
and I don't want to be alone,
baby, give me a tad of happiness,
just a reason to keep on.


Mademoiselle Juliettè,
How can I feel that it's over when it never really began.

Tribute to WS

I'm one to wear my heart upon my sleeve
at all times showing around my Achilles' heel.

Lately we've been biting bullets, such a sorry sight
but you know two star-crossed lovers
can't make the beast with two backs.

Ever since I met you I've been living a fool's paradise
now I see life's not beer and skittles
and soon truth will out
soon you will laugh yourself into stitches
at the expense of a broken heart.

Such stony-hearted lover my eyes have never seen
you had me crying in corners, not being able to sleep a wink,
before you I used to bear a charmed life and now
all I have are memories and moments I wish I could take back.

But I do not mean to sound worrisome
and I will have my revenge before you could say Jack Robinson.


Mademoiselle Juliettè,
Would WS be proud of my use of his metaphors?

Lucy in Wonderland

I used to know this girl called Lucy.
She liked to think that the song "Lucy in the sky with diamonds" had been written for her, that is was her song. But she never actually met any of the members of The Beatles.
Little did she know, the song was about LSD. To quote my good friend Morrisey, I'm guessing she never even knew what drugs were.
Most people go through life ignoring most of the things that are going on around them. And I don't mean ignoring as neglecting, they just don't understand anything. They refuse to learn so they create a parallel world with its own meanings and symbols, and just live according to that, putting aside the real value of their surroundings.
That's how we get to the situation of people like Lucy. I don't want to be like her. My guess is none of us do. But it's hard, isn't it? To find the time and the energy to get more involved in whatever it is that's happening next to us.
Open up the windows and turn off the TV. Talk to a neighbor, water some plants, go to the supermarket, buy a newspaper.
It's more than OK to create inside your own mind, and it's understandable if you do so to escape from your every day reality, but sometimes escaping means something more, means unhappiness, means pain, restricted thoughts, emotions we're not letting out.
Want to know what would happen if you tell Lucy the song wasn't about her? She would deny it, and then cry. And hate you, forever. Because she doesn't want to see the difference between her dreams and reality.
Do YOU?


Mademoiselle Juliettè,
Cuando nada te consuele yo voy a tener un verso listo para vos.

Austin

I'm not ready for sincerity, I'd tell any lie

to keep you listen-listen-listen-listening.

I gave you pretentious, I gave you indifference

but you only want undressed and defenseless.

With all your cheap words about hearts and accidents

who are YOU kidding?

Mademoiselle Juliettè,
I couldn't bring myself to call, except to call it quits.

Honestly

I just don't understand why everything has to fade away so fast. Last night it was all laughs and kisses in your arms making wishes upon stars, breaking promises and trying to recreate the past. And here I lie now, helplessly attempting to figure out what is it exactly that makes this so hard.

It isn't love and it isn't hatred, it ain't but the feeling of being on top of the world. I'm ready to burst at the seams, this is simply enough, one moment together and no other experience can keep up with what you've done.

There is no explanation, it is useless to look for a reason why, I'm just in love with the way it all started years ago, and how everything's become so lovely and so hard to give up on.


Mademoiselle Juliettè,
Never means forever.

All-round

Does it work, is it happening?
And if it isn't what can I do to change it?
I don't know if I want this,
I can't even remember your name now,
but this is a sport I'm playing
and I won't give up on the game,
please let me go all the way.


Mademoiselle Juliettè,
I don't even care.

Use me

"Oh! The mess we've made is ridiculous.

The whole wide world's a stage of complete chaos.

And it gets so funny that we get confused

We don't know where yo go 'cause we've all been used."

Mademoiselle Juliettè,

I like to play.

Fight

Ann's voice as a constant background sound and a few trumpets and saxes. Saturday night, darkness rules the sky and my bedroom's as empty as my life.
I stare at the guitar and something pops up in my mind: I remember those days when I didn't have time to think about thinking, to relive the past and prevent the future from going all wrong straight in my face.
I know I'm too ambitious, I can see that know. I know I'm not even half as perfect as I thought I was, and even though it hurts to say it out loud, I'm not the person I wish I was.
But then again, who is? But then again, why do I care about them?
A vicious circle, a virtuous hell, I look at myself in the mirror and I cry. What's terrible isn't the situation, it's the alarmingly high probability of it lasting too long for me to stand. And I just can't fight that, I can't fight against my mind.


Mademoiselle Juliettè
Who am I to say the situation isn't great, when it's my job to make the most of it. Of course I didn't know that it would happen to me. Not that easy...