shut my mouth, nature
December 2010
we laid down, our bodies side by side, the only human beings for miles. it was relaxation in it’s essence. we kept our backs to the earth, mud coating our legs and hair entwined with the soft green grass, staring straight up into the atmosphere’s wonder. it was an inscrutable, hazy mystery to us both. i tilted my head all the way back, and then twisted my neck in a circle so that i could understand where i was. but then, i realized i didn’t want an answer. i liked being lost.
November 2010
Circles by As Tall As Lions
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECgoZEpIF50
graham <3
i run fast away from the [red] burning, but
envy, greed, lust
and the other four deadly vices
line themselves up on my shoulders
keeping me company in my [violet] thoughts at night
i drown in their suffocating existence
and i wait for the good parts of my life to catch up
as my bruised, black and [blue] eyes shut tightly
you will be my atmosphere,
and i will be my own sun
for once.
i wish that once in a while, when the sun starts to set… it would just stay in that position for a few extra hours. i can’t help but become drawn to setting sun. the sky swirls up and turns into an acid, colors undefined and blurring together as if they know what they’re doing.
i want to pause the sun when it’s falling, falling… halfway underneath the earth… slightly peeking out over the mountains. i love how the soft light creates a glow off of every surface. tree branches appear in patterns across my body as the shadows begin to crawl over me. and i want to be able to look down at the ground and be reminded of who i’m standing next to.
Eyes On Fire - Blue Foundation
There’s something quietly beautiful about this song. Something that gives that abandoned feel.
i need to get my hands on harry potter and the deathly hallows. now.
candy claws - christmas love
this is the only christmas music i can tolerate. if only this was filling up the speakers at the mall… if only…
Mumford & Sons - Sigh No More.
This is pretty much the only Mumford & Sons song I still listen to regularly. I like the whole album well enough, but this song really hits me in a way that very few of their other ones do. As with all of their songs, the bit when the banjo kicks in is the best part, and when the horns swell up a little towards the end, but I love the lyrics too.
Love, it will not betray you,
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free.
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design, an alignment, a cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be.I just love how these lines repeat and just get bigger and bigger until he’s practically yelling them by the end. I don’t usually like big shows, but seeing these guys at Latitude, with thousands of other people, whilst they belted out this song as I sang back every word was pretty incredible. I guess I’ll comment on their popularity here because that’s the kind of thing I care about: they’re getting a bit too big for me to really care now - I have no idea what their own shows will be like but I don’t mind if I never see one, and I have no idea if I’ll bother with the second album. Call me an elitist and maybe you’d be right. But I kind of like music like this to be personal. I can deal with it on a large scale at a festival, but that’s a festival, you know? That’s something else entirely. In some ways, you are not who you are the rest of the year at a festival.
As for how I ‘relate’ to the lyrics right now… I don’t know. The first time I properly fell for this song, I was on the bus home from Henry’s house in the early morning. I don’t get buses very much now I live here, and listening to music on the bus can be a really different experience to listening to music anywhere else. You’re flying through the countryside and this song is pounding in your ears and the cold January sun is blaring through the windows and, well, I was still in love when all this happened, though I don’t know if she still loved me then. At the moment, there’s no one that I love and I don’t know what to do with all my time, all these songs, all these words. Maybe it’ll be third time lucky, or third times the charm. I know my life hasn’t worked that way in the past, but maybe this time it will.
But, yeah, Mumford & Sons are alright, aren’t they?
they’re more than alright. (:
an old house, peeling and falling apart slowly, weathered and worn… it still sits tucked away behind a few trees, separating it from the busy street and the quiet forest.
i visited it for the first time in a year. fear evaporating between shortened breaths, i kicked open the door with one of my combat boots. i led the way… i flashed my flashlight out of the cracked windows, as if daring someone to come and find me.
a memory came to me then… a small thought.
a year ago, we wouldn’t have dreamed of taking pictures inside this beautiful house. we kept them sacred. secret. ours.
“you can’t change something that doesn’t want to be changed,” i thought to myself silently.
