I want all their albulms, I love their stuff and yes it may be a bit old but if Ever, this is the kind of music I want to write, this is the kind of music I would love to make.
Per & Marie:
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited,
a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say when I find the centre of my heart
is a suburb to the brain?
Marie:
You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. I'm pushing my luck
It feels like being hit by a truck
This is no place special. Don't know why I came
If someone has a minute, won't you explain
Per:
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited,
a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say when I find the centre of my heart
is a suburb to the brain?
Singing
Marie:
na nana nana na
na nana nana na
Marie:
Being with you, dealing with fire
Oh won't you come around (come out)
come out (today) and play
(I want you so bad)
Answer my calls
Let's spend the night within these walls
This is no place special.
Nothing for the sane (Nothing for the sane)
If someone's got minute, do please explain
Per:
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited,
a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say when I find the centre of my heart
is a suburb to the brain?
Singing
Marie:
na nana nana na
na nana nana na
Per:
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited,
a little in pain? Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited,
a little in pain? Tell me
Per & Marie:
What am I gonna say when I find the centre of my heart
is a suburb to the brain?
Singing
Marie:
na nana nana na
na nana nana na
What am I gonna to do
Per:
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited,
a little in pain?
Marie:
The centre of my heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Per:
What am I gonna say when I find the centre of my heart
is a suburb to the brain?
Marie:
What am I gonna do now?
Per & Marie:
What am I gonna say when I find the centre of my heart
is a suburb to the brain?
Sunday, November 25, 2007
story 1
She stood at the door and peered through the umpteenth time into the far distance. The farm was in the middle of a desert or at least she felt like it was. She kicked her shoes off and flung herself onto the coutch, it subsided with a squeek and the receptionist/weirdo woman who booked her into the backbackers lodge looked at her with her nose pulled up just like her step mom would.
He promised he would come and no one else knew she was here. She held the necklace in her sweaty hand, she grasped it with all her might. He was coming for her.
****
He looked at her faint smile that was almost hidden on that angelic white face, cliche or not. He wished she didnt like the Spice Girls so, and that annoying habit of chewing straws after a drink only highlighted the age gap more.
He looked at his Seiko watch for the tenth time and the time was getting closer.
"Ladybugs in the den" N said as soon as he picked up his Sony Cell phone.
Code talk was so lame and amateurish. N was formal as ever, and could see everything with all the cadgets Ray and her team came up with. He felt a bit like in a James Bond Movie, only there was no Astin Martin, sexy woman to have casual affairs with, there was just Angie who desperately needed saving.
*****
She kicked her shoes off and glanced at the snowy tv set and walked accross to change the chanel.
It was then when she saw that the receptionist had a wooden leg. Her frock was frilly and green, and covered just ill above her knees. She wore a black pair of stockings but her left leg was really wooden. Like in old movies. THis place was weird, and Tash was supposed to be here somewhere. Tash who booked in with her and had disappeared early this morning before breakfast, or was it after. Angie didnt even know cause when she woke up it was 10 and all she managed to get was toast and apricot jam, well it looked like apricot Jam. The coffee was a dilution of something black and tasted like what she would expect coffee to taste like had it have an expiry date.
Tash left a note saying that she was going for a hike and then go for a train ride.
Erica was sitting in a corner, and it looked like she was on her cell phone. Erica she had met just earlier this morning, whilst attempting to eat the "sort of" breakfast. Signal, was she actually getting signals? She was talking of lady bugs. Lady bug? What was that about?
He promised he would come and no one else knew she was here. She held the necklace in her sweaty hand, she grasped it with all her might. He was coming for her.
****
He looked at her faint smile that was almost hidden on that angelic white face, cliche or not. He wished she didnt like the Spice Girls so, and that annoying habit of chewing straws after a drink only highlighted the age gap more.
He looked at his Seiko watch for the tenth time and the time was getting closer.
"Ladybugs in the den" N said as soon as he picked up his Sony Cell phone.
Code talk was so lame and amateurish. N was formal as ever, and could see everything with all the cadgets Ray and her team came up with. He felt a bit like in a James Bond Movie, only there was no Astin Martin, sexy woman to have casual affairs with, there was just Angie who desperately needed saving.
*****
She kicked her shoes off and glanced at the snowy tv set and walked accross to change the chanel.
It was then when she saw that the receptionist had a wooden leg. Her frock was frilly and green, and covered just ill above her knees. She wore a black pair of stockings but her left leg was really wooden. Like in old movies. THis place was weird, and Tash was supposed to be here somewhere. Tash who booked in with her and had disappeared early this morning before breakfast, or was it after. Angie didnt even know cause when she woke up it was 10 and all she managed to get was toast and apricot jam, well it looked like apricot Jam. The coffee was a dilution of something black and tasted like what she would expect coffee to taste like had it have an expiry date.
Tash left a note saying that she was going for a hike and then go for a train ride.
Erica was sitting in a corner, and it looked like she was on her cell phone. Erica she had met just earlier this morning, whilst attempting to eat the "sort of" breakfast. Signal, was she actually getting signals? She was talking of lady bugs. Lady bug? What was that about?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
a beautiful sunday morning...
I love Sunday mornings.
One, I mistake it for a weekday and feel such solace knowing I can sleep later and work does not bekon.
Two, its summer in SA, the sun sweetly wakes me up with beautiful sun beams streaming through my make shift curtains.
I was up rather early today, it may be beause I heard my dad switching on the computor to check out BBC.com at 7am this morning. Then he came to steal "The Secret " which I borrowed from a work colleague.
I have been reading quite a few books of late, one being "Spud" written by "John van der Ruit". It occupied me each evening with its absolute silliness, intrigue and such a cheery disposition. I literally laughed out loud and ignored BF most eves enthralled by what, Spud, Mad Dog, Rambo, Fatty, Guv and the Wombat were up to. The romance with mermaid was too cute, and i recomend all South Africans to read it as well. Ironically enough I got the copy from a none South African.
But back to breakfasts, I love early mornings, they make the day stretch out so much more. There are hours to look forward to, and seeing the caressing summer sun rays, aah what can be more beautiful. I feel so optimistic, so happy so eternally blissful (wait till tomorrow and work bekons and sadness will step in), I cannot wait to go to the beach.
But now so much more to still do, on this Sunday morn. Adious amego (or however you spell that)
One, I mistake it for a weekday and feel such solace knowing I can sleep later and work does not bekon.
Two, its summer in SA, the sun sweetly wakes me up with beautiful sun beams streaming through my make shift curtains.
I was up rather early today, it may be beause I heard my dad switching on the computor to check out BBC.com at 7am this morning. Then he came to steal "The Secret " which I borrowed from a work colleague.
I have been reading quite a few books of late, one being "Spud" written by "John van der Ruit". It occupied me each evening with its absolute silliness, intrigue and such a cheery disposition. I literally laughed out loud and ignored BF most eves enthralled by what, Spud, Mad Dog, Rambo, Fatty, Guv and the Wombat were up to. The romance with mermaid was too cute, and i recomend all South Africans to read it as well. Ironically enough I got the copy from a none South African.
But back to breakfasts, I love early mornings, they make the day stretch out so much more. There are hours to look forward to, and seeing the caressing summer sun rays, aah what can be more beautiful. I feel so optimistic, so happy so eternally blissful (wait till tomorrow and work bekons and sadness will step in), I cannot wait to go to the beach.
But now so much more to still do, on this Sunday morn. Adious amego (or however you spell that)
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