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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

ugh. FUCK YOU.

posted by voyeur @ 3/02/2005 03:42:00 AM

Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good

So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S. O. S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?

You seem so far away though you are standing near
You made me feel alive, but something died I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good

S.O.S, Abba.

posted by voyeur @ 3/02/2005 02:50:00 AM

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart,
I'll see.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me.

posted by voyeur @ 3/01/2005 01:45:00 AM

Monday, February 28, 2005

I don't will my dreams, but i can make them come true.

I had the most bizarre of dreams this evening- the contents of it surprise even the artist asleep. It contained a fair mix of familiar faces and wistful wishes; this was, I dare say, the first time after many months that I’ve felt such a dire excitement at feeling the delirium of blissful contentment and fantasy. The very extent of my emotions may mislead, and for this I apologise. But I assure the reader that it was neither fantastical nor of febrile desire. Instead, the steadiness of my happiness and my lukewarm reciprocity in the two segments of my dream respectively lead me to wonder a great many things. For the continuation of my pleasure in penning down its details to the very last, I must stop here lest I be slandered for virtues (or the lack of) such as might be unthinkable and unwarranted.

posted by voyeur @ 2/28/2005 07:56:00 PM

Sunday, February 27, 2005

::Maybe I'm Amazed::
Jem

Maybe i'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe i'm afraid of the way i love you
Maybe i'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
And hung me on the line
Maybe i'm amazed at the way i really need you

Maybe i'm a girl and maybe i'm a lonely girl
who's in the middle of something
that she doesn't really understand

Maybe i'm a girl and maybe you're the only man
who could ever have me
baby won't you help me understand

Maybe i'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe i'm afraid of the way i need you
Maybe i'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when i'm wrong
Maybe i'm amazed at the way i really need you.

posted by voyeur @ 2/27/2005 05:01:00 AM