THE DRESDON DOLLS- GIRL ANACHRONISM

you can tell from the scars on my arms and cracks in my hips and the dents in my car and the blisters on my lips that i'm not the carefullest of girls you can tell from the glass on the floor and the strings that're breaking and i keep on breaking more and it looks like i am shaking but it's just the temperature and then again if it were any colder i could disengage if i were any older i would act my age but i dont think that youd believe me it's not the way i'm meant to be it's just the way the operation made me and you can tell from the state of my room that they let me out too soon and the pills that i ate came a couple years too late and ive got some issues to work through there i go again pretending to be you make-believing that i have a soul beneath the surface trying to convince you it was accidentally on purpose i am not so serious this passion is a plagiarism i might join your century but only on a rare occasion i was taken out before the labor pains set in and now behold the world's worst accident i am the girl anachronism and you can tell by the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs and the knots in my hair and the bathtub full of flies that i'm not right now at all there i go again pretending that i'll fall don't call the doctors cause they've seen it all before they'll say just let her crash and burn she'll learn the attention just encourages her and you can tell from the full-body cast that YOUR sorry that YOU asked though you did everything you could (like any decent person would) but i might be catching so don't touch will you stop believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff don't get me wet because the bandages will all come off and you can tell from the smoke at the stake that the current state is critical well it is the little things, for instance: in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses: please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her... i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest i was too precarious removed as a caesarian behold the worlds worst accident I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

A DAY IN THE LIFE.. (Dear Diary Vibes)

So I wake up this morning...a little haggard after last nights adventure swimming in Obs pool and scaling a rather intimidating wall thing. Luckily I had the help of a random friend who didn't mind the dead ghecko under my foot getting on his hands but he looked like a bit of a hippy and he was so enthralled by my friend that I don't think he even noticed. Also realised that the people I know love getting naked. You'd think I'd be happy but the thought of the police flying over said wall to face a bunch of my naked friends and me in my swimming shorts, trespassing wasn't too appealing. I do have an irrational fear of the police though. sigh.


This morning started out so hot. It was sweltering but now it's completely overcast. At least I got my own work email today so i am finally part of the happy family that tells thousands of woman what to wear, think, do. Why am I so happy about it? Maybe it's because for once I'm not being told...I'm telling! Had visions of my ex coming in here again with chocolate milk and dried sausage like he did yesterday. Bittersweet. I'd really like some chocolate milk and some kisses but minus all the heartache, agony etc. Not amped for emotional vibes. I wish I could show anyone who sees this what the mountain looks like right now and play you the song I'm listening to (by Manchester Orchestra). I can't though. My phone is dead and it's so strange. have become compulsively addicted to smsing my friend Ruan. He understands my love for virtual relationships I think. I miss my old friends. If only I could upload pictures from my pc then you (the thousands of you.lol.) would get to see all my wonderful friends and me swimming with the penguins... maybe you still will. Sometime soon.

Anyways, Im waiting to see...about everything. Maybe it's time to run away. A real adventure would be nice but only worth it with the people I love. No. This is my home. I'm glad that nobody reads this.

AND NOW FOR A BRIEF MUSICAL INTERLUDE... (for O'Neil) PART III I think.

Dawson became well known as the female counterpart to Adam Green in the band The Moldy Peaches. Since the Moldy Peaches went on hiatus in 2004 Dawson has released a string of lo-fi homemade albums and toured widely in North America and Europe. In 2005 the Pharmacy and Matty Popchart performed as her backing band on a US tour. In 2006 she collaborated with a number of friends to make a group Antsy Pants that recorded and released an album on Plan It X Records. Dawson's songs are featured in the films "The Guatemalan Handshake" and "Glue," both of which were shown at the Olympia Film Festival in November 2007. She is currently working on Alphabutt - an album of songs for babies.
A number of Dawson's songs are included on the Juno soundtrack, released in December 2007. www.myspace.com/kimyadawson I love this woman's music. I love anti-folk and I love the way that everything she says I understand completely. I'm going to get two of her lyrics tattooed on myself:
"I am just a speck of dust inside a giant eye" and "Don't ever put this body in a casket" on my arse.

The beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog
and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off
you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye
i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire
he came home on acid i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome
he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend
i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head
then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull
i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall
i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits
when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit
and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines
i ate every single one without noticing the mold
you said you're gross my darling, i said no i'm rock and roll
even though i'd never ever been in a band
i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain


and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor's pills
we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill
then i peed my pants and you stole the groom's cigar
and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car
when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor
you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64
and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam
and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d
and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out
i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth
evan dando never planned on telling you the truth
and your leonardo i.d. card is your fountain of youth
you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life
just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife
i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck
he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck
first i cried for him and then i cried for me
haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be
but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands
and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand
and the silver pink pony kisses me and says
you've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy

THE TREE TOMB PART II

This place is a hell hole. Far from the dreamy well-lit corridors that I’d seen on TV. Cold, concrete, claustrophobic… How had they found me? I wouldn’t stay. How did it start? Oh yes, I remember. I had first begun my travels after a chance encounter at the local drinking hole. Banny Macerow was a sailor and a great sailor at that. With every heaving motion of his chest, pumped 60 gallons of salt-seasoned rhum. They frequently turned him away from the blood banks. Non-sailors can die that way you know, having sailors blood. In any case, old Banny was a tower of a man casting a shadow as long as a mile but me and him, we got on famously. Banny had offered to take me on his boat, especially seeing as we loved the same things, mostly the ocean. We both thought how funnily how alive it is. I mean water is water but a lot of it is obedient water. You say “come out the tap” and it does, as hard or as softly as you like. You flush it. You drink it. You let it out. You control it. Banny was never one for such obedience. He preferred the lure of the open seas.

For a man like him there wasn’t much to be afraid of but the way the ocean could just hurl itself leaps into the air and destroy anything it pleased meant that it held a great power over him. There are other world’s between the blue. It's history outdates man and time. We needed only get into a disussion of the Great flood to fuel our enthusiasm while Banny finished packing the chum.

“It was many people” the story even has it’s roots in pagan mythology! I cried wildly… “Adam, Noah, Abraham, Enoch, Isaac, and Jacob had all written documents which comprised the book of Genesis!” I can say with certainty that there was a Great Flood but anything beyond that and Banny was likely to huff his way into a state. Don’t worry Banny, I cooed sweetly, Noah took 2 little kittens on his arc and I’m going to give you one of their spawn for christmas.

He smiled wryly. He was not in the mood for my nonsense. Banny was a staunch atheist although I’m not sure if you could call him that even just because he didn’t believe in calling people things to show you what they did and didn’t believe in. He didn’t think it mattered. Unless… you believed in something that he didn’t believe in, in which case he would string you by your trousers and poke you relentlessly in your sides while all the blood swam in your head.

AND NOW FOR A BRIEF MUSICAL INTERLUDE PART III (For O'Neil)

Manchester Orchestra originated in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, where during singer/guitarist/songwriter Andy Hull’s junior year in high school, his talent as a songwriter was garnering the attention of fans and industry types alike. Hull opted to be home schooled his senior year of high school, so he could focus on writing and recording an album.

"Where Have You Been?"

They call holidays an option for a reason
I heard you're coming back to life just for the fourth
I've been catching all your ghosts for every season
I pray to god you won't come back here anymore

do you pray with him, too?

They should deliver all my blessings
in small brown paper handbags near the porch
I wished I'd known that you were bleeding while I sat
and watched you reading with the lord

I read with him, too

when you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
cause I can hardly see
what's in front of me these days
and those days, too.

I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
for you
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
for you

God, where have you been?

Manchester Orchestra- "Now That You'Re Home"

Sweet Jesus I swear that I love you, no matter what the chariot says.
I'm biased and by this I'll judge you on weakness wrapped up in my own innocence
And I think that's fine.

My God you look so much different. From mirrors you looked like fool.
And your skin taste much better with aging not sweet like it was back in our Sunday school.


Just wait, don't go. We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
Just wait, don't go. We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
Cause I heard that it can after all.

Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good again
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying so hard to be good again
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
I've been trying pretty hard to be good

Well now that you're home I can see again, I can see again
Now that you're home I can see again, God I can see

Manchester Orchestra- Play it again Sam
lift your skinny fists up in the sky.
Packed a change of clothes and left in the middle of July, 2005.
And when the glass it hit the wall,
mother cried and the cops were called.
The day you said goodbye.

Your father left his work by one or two.
To a crying telephone, his wife was on the other side of you.
Really did it this time.
The Lord looks down and begins to cry.
The day you said goodbye.

And I know you've been abandoned.
But don't abandon ship on me.
Just know like a winter white as snow you've been forgiven.
Come back to me.
And I know right now that don't mean anything.


Your skinny legs bounced up into the sky.
I tried to tell you to be careful not to jump that high.
With your fingers crossed you fall against the ground. I saw it all.
The day you tried to fly.

When the red and blue lights meet the sea.
Your eyes were glazed and honestly can you remember anythin?
And when the others ran away I prayed to God they wouldn't stay.
But sometimes he doesn't listen.

From a father to his daughter,
my protical child come back to me.
From a sinner to his maker,
your protical son is on his knees.

Sweet God please hold on to me.
Sweet God hold her please oh please.
The day she tries to fly.
Hold me the day I try to fly.

AND NOW FOR A BRIEF MUSICAL INTERLUDE PART II (For O'Neil) I promise I'll stop blogging lyrics soon.

Heap's debut album, i Megaphone (an anagram of "Imogen Heap") was released in 1998 internationally via Almo Sounds, and garnered critical acclaim, comparing the angst-filled tracks to work by artists such as PJ Harvey, Kate Bush and Annie Lennox. The album was a mixture of self-penned, self-produced tracks, alongside tracks co-written with, and produced by established producers such as David Kahne, Dave Stewart and Guy Sigsworth. Promotion for the record included a tour of America, where the album was becoming popular through word-of-mouth, and performances all around Europe. Three singles were commercially released in limited quantities in the UK; "Getting Scared", "Shine" and "Come Here Boy".

"Come Here Boy"
It's dark in here,
visions are flashing into my head as I reminisce
my reoccurring dreams and you said,
"I'm falling, falling for you babe my feelings are getting stronger"
So why don't you stay with me for a little longer...
Come here boy, come here boy yeah
Come here boy, come here boy
I know that my face is only too familiar to your sleep
I can see it in your eyes and I can tell by your body heat
Why are you taking so long?
You need me to come and find you, honey?
set your mind at rest, let your dreams run free
Come here boy, come here boy yeah
Come here boy, come here boy yeah
Come here boy, come here boy yeah
Come here boy, come here boy
You know I'm no stranger in your dreams...
You know I'm no stranger in your dreams...
Oh and I'm craving, I'm howling, I'm begging, I'm pleading
You're mine tonight, oh yeah Oh and
I'm waiting, I'm dying, I'm wanting and I'm needing
to show you the slut I am
where I'll be touching and holding, caressing and giving you every fantasy
, yeah I've got you dreaming and lusting, I'm burning and praying
for more of this ecstasy
come here boy, come here boy yeah
come here boy, come here boy yeah
come here boy, come here boy yeah
come here boy, come here boy yeah
come here boy, come here boy

You know I'm no stranger in your dreams...

AND NOW FOR A BRIEF MUSICAL INTERLUDE...PART I

mewithoutYou is a Philadelphia, Pennsylvania-based indie rock band. The band consists of vocalist Aaron Weiss, guitarists Michael Weiss and Christopher Kleinberg, bassist Greg Jehanian and drummer Rickie Mazzotta. mewithoutYou's music is generally dominated by spoken-word vocals and free-ranging drums, bass, and guitar. In their most recent album, Brother, Sister, the band incorporates more varied instrumentation including percussion instruments, accordion, and harp. Aaron Weiss writes lyrics about issues such as unity or division in the church, suicide, money, war and love. They tour in a 40 foot 1976 MC8 Charter bus that runs on vegetable oil.

Me without you- In a sweater poorly knit. in a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile
little moses drifts downstream in the Nile a fumbling reply,
an awkward rigid laugh I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft
your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between sweet rhan
any wine and bitter as mustard greens light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!
as you plow some other field try and forget my name
see what harvest yields, and, supposing I'd do the same
I planted rows of peas but by the first week of July
they should have come up to my knees but they were maybe ankle high
take the fingers from your flute to weave your coloured yarns
and boil down your fruit to preserves in mason jars
but now the books are overdue and the goats are underfed
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!
you're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence
you made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since.
if she comes circling back we'll end where we'd begun like two pennies
on the train track the train crushed into one
or if I'm a crown without a king,
if I'm a broken open seed if I come without a thing,
then I come with all I need no boat out in the blue,
no place to rest your head,
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!

I do. Not. Exist.

only YOU Exist
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"Speeding Cars"
Imogen Heap.

Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don’t feed me violence, just run with me
Through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee’s never strong enough
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

Sleeping pills, no sleeping dogs lie never
Far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I’ve watched you slowly winding down for years
You can’t keep on like this
Now is as bad of time as any

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t kill yourself
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a long time ago

It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It’s okay by me
It was a long time ago

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh don’t lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah

There, there, baby
It’s just text book stuff
It’s in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darlin’
Oh, don’t kill yourself
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah