You're The One, Kate Bush

It's alright, I'll come back when you're not in
And I'll pick up all of my things
Everything I have I bought with you
But that's alright too
It's just, everything I do
We did together
And there's a little piece of you
In whatever

I've got everything I need,
I've got petrol in the car,
I've got some money with me
There's just one problem

You're the only one I want
You're the only one I want

...

It's alright, I know where I'm going
I'm going to stay with my friend
Ooh yes, he's very good looking
The only trouble is,
He's not you
He can't do what you do
He can't make me laugh
And cry
At the same time
"Let's change things,
Let's danger it up,
We're crazy enough"
...I just can't take it

You're the only one I want
You're the only one I want

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I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves, then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms...

***

There will be many other nights like this
And I'll be standing here with someone new
There will be other songs to sing
Another fall, another spring
But there will never be another you

Yes, I may dream a million dreams
But how can they come true,
If there will never ever be
Another you

Mood Indigo

You ain't been blue
No, no, no
You ain't been blue
'Till you've had that mood indigo
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues'"
I always get that mood indigo
Since my baby goodbye
In the evening when lights are low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
'Cause there's nobody who cares about me
I'm just a soul who's bluer than blue can be
When I get that mood indigo
I could lay me down and die

You ain't been blue
No, no, no
You ain't been blue
'Till you've had that mood indigo
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues'"
...

as sung by Ella Fitzgerald.

Contrary to popular belief...

I need to restate my incessant profound consuming love for the awesomeness of Bjork. She can make things and name them "Mother Heroic" and "Nature Is Ancient" and sing about the ubiquitous Mother Nature archetype and I will love it instead of despise it. I'm a sucker for anything she does. It's sooo totally personal by now.

rescue me from level-headness and the unnecessary luxury of being calm!

Parting

So lie to me
Like they do it in the factory
Make me think that at the end of the day
Some great reward will be coming my way

Inspired by LZ, mainly

Иска ми се да слушам повече музика. Но за музиката, както за четенето, ако искам да е отговорно и сериозно, ми трябва време и спокойствие, без напиращи мисли и задачи, които да нахлуват и настояват да утвърдят присъствието си, докато газя из плитчините на музиката/литературата.

Иска ми се да знам повече и да разбирам по-добре изкуствата, всяко поотделно и най-вече в целостта им - като продукт и като индикатив.

Luscious sounds

My latest musical discovery - Wolfsheim. Especially Closer Still. I can listen to it over and over again. There is something very peculiar about the lead's voice and his pronunciation of the long words - it's palpably seductive...

Mad about lists

Yes, I am. Plus I'm bored, so I thought I'd post one of those on here. A list of my current addictions (because I'm soooo easily hooked and right now they're all there is in my life).

Level of addiction measured on a 1 to 5 scale, where 1 is a persistent interest, and 5 is embedded-in-my-life-probably-forever.

• Harry Potter. Started 2001, been growing ever since. 5
• House MD. A brand new one. Side effects include annoyance if I go 12 hours without seeing an episode and a mild form of hypochondria. 2
• Coffee. 1
• Tea. (yes, addicted to both!) 4
• Chocolate. Now this one I believe is actually biological. 5
• Drama!!! Oh, my favourite one. I love drama, I create if where it's scarce and I relish a full-blown dramatic scene with zest bordering on exhilaration. 5

By the way, I lived an old dream of mine last night - rode in a car with Depeche Mode with enhanced bass on and me singing along :D

Ella

Was it in Tahiti?
Were we on the Nile?
Long, long ago, say an hour ago
I recall that I saw your smile

I remember you
You're the one who made my dreams come true
A few kisses ago
I remember you
You're th one who said,
"I love you too,
Didn't you know?"
I remember too
A distant bell
And stars that fell
Like rain, out of the blue

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of them all
Then I shall tell them
I remember you

...

Снощи сънувах Иван, беше в бяла риза и огромен, не както в действителност. Смееше се и се радваше да се видим пак. Ужасно ми липсва.

Recent finds

My latest discoveries - Google Earth (I saw the roof of my house, and my street! *tears up*) and Dinah Washington.

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied.
They said someday you'll find
All who love are blind
When your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes.
So I chaffed and then I gaily laughed
To think that they could doubt my love
Yet today, my love has flown away
I am without my love.
Now laughing friends deride
Tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes.

There and back again

I am going to Russia. I sit here and observe all my momentary frivolous wishes come true - the Scandinavian peninsula, now Russia. Sometimes it does feel like compensation... I don't mind. I don't rebel. I'm not going to complain. I know it is how it is because I made it so.

In this vein, I found something precious in the net last night. These things also happen, it seems - finding precious things in the infinite, unknowable virtual space. Sometimes I really can't help seeing the hand of providence in things!... But I try hard not to.

Ok, local news - weather gloomier still, with drizzles and worms. Society pleasant, but I still feel a bit left out, which is no problem, as I'm used to that. Found Kate Bush and currently absolutely stunned by her - thanks, Zori! Tackled some serious business at the bank and got a phone (at last). Still remarkably lazy, and I can't seem to shake it off. Started devouring tons of chocolate again. Spoke to Alexander and Vesi last night, it made me sad and then cheerful again, a real relief it was, actually. Been thinking about hometown a lot lately, and a few nights ago, I had a dazzling dream about the sea behind the bus station - it was a brilliant, sparkling sea, and the feelings it induced were such a refreshment. I woke up feeling happy.

I guess that is it, my news. I enjoy doing this a lot!

Mr. Gore

I had the brilliant idea to dig out and download Martin L. Gore's first solo release, a modest e.p. called Counterfeit. Now I can't stop listening to it. Mr. Gore sweeps me off my feet. He restores meaning to the phrase.

I really am in love with him.