Awake! Give thyself to the lovely hours.

•Monday 8 February 2010 • Leave a Comment

Live Blindly and Upon the Hour

Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
Who was the Future, died full long ago.
Knowledge which is the Past is folly. Go,
Poor, child, and be not to thyself abhorred.
Around thine earth sun-winged winds do blow
And planets roll; a meteor draws his sword;
The rainbow breaks his seven-coloured chord
And the long strips of river-silver flow:
Awake! Give thyself to the lovely hours.
Drinking their lips, catch thou the dream in flight
About their fragile hairs’ aerial gold.
Thou art divine, thou livest,—as of old
Apollo springing naked to the light,
And all his island shivered into flowers.

    — Trumbull Stickney

I’m only going where my toes are pointed

•Friday 5 February 2010 • Leave a Comment

Walkin’ for Your Love

Walkin’ – for your love
Walkin’ – for your love
Walkin’ – for your love
Walkin’ – for your love

I’m only going where my eyes are going
I’m only going where my toes are pointed
I just bought me this new pair of big shoes
I’m only going if I can walk there with you

Shinin’ – for your love
Shinin’ – for your love
Shinin’ – for your love
Shinin’ – for your love

I’m afraid to open my eyes
I’m even afraid to look at you
Right here – I’m gonna open my eyes
I’m gonna move with you

Disappearin’ – for your love
Disappearin’ – for your love
Disappearin’ – for your love
Disappearin’ – for your love

We’re only going in this closet here
I’m only going if the doorknob turns
I’m only going if the light goes on
I’m only going if I can boogie with you

So for at least until tomorrow …

•Wednesday 3 February 2010 • 1 Comment

I’ll Never Fall in Love Again

What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That’s what you get for all your trouble
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again

What do you get when you kiss a guy
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, he’ll never phone ya
I’ll never fall in love again
Don’t you know that I’ll never fall in love again

Don’t tell me what it’s all about
‘Cause I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out
Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you

What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
I’ll never fall in love again
No, no: I’ll never fall in love again

Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you

What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
I’ll never fall in love again
Don’t you know that I’ll never fall in love again

I’ll never fall in love again

Everything will turn out alright …

•Monday 1 February 2010 • 6 Comments

Don’t Worry Baby

Well it’s been building up inside of me
For oh I don’t know how long
I don’t know why
But I keep thinking
Something’s bound to go wrong

But she looks in my eyes
And makes me realize
And she says “Don’t worry baby”
Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby

I guess I should’ve kept my mouth shut
When I started to brag about my car
But I can’t back down now because
I pushed the other guys too far

She makes me come alive
And makes me wanna drive
When she says “Don’t worry baby”
Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby

She told me “Baby, when you race today
Just take along my love with you
And if you knew how much I loved you
Baby nothing could go wrong with you”

Oh what she does to me
When she makes love to me
And she says “Don’t worry baby”
Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her …

•Thursday 28 January 2010 • Leave a Comment

Love in a Life

Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,
Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,—
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune—
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But ’tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

    — Robert Browning