When your favourite band puts out a new album. It's only
natural to be excitable. However Arcade Fire's The Suburbs
vocalises so many things I've been quietly experiencing
since moving FROM the suburbs I grew up in and changing
my life, I've listened so much in the last week and feel
all those things that wonderful music makes you feel.
It makes you feel like you're not alone, that if you were
as eloquent with words that maybe you'd write a song just
like it, that people have felt these new and terrifying
things before you and that you can find comfort in the
words of these people.
Thanks Arcade Fire for once again making me
feel all of these things.
I used to write,
I used to write letters I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But by the time we met
By the time we met the times had already changed
So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart I never wrote it down
So when the lights cut out
I was left standing in the wilderness downtown
Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Hope that something pure can last
It seems strange anekatips
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive
We used to wait
We used to waste hours just walking around
We used to wait
All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown
(oooo we used to wait)
Sometimes it never came
(oooo we used to wait)
Still moving through the pain
I'm gonna write a letter to my true love
I'm gonna sign my name
Like a patient on a table
I wanna walk again gonna move through the pain
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
oooo we used to wait
Sometimes it never came
Sometimes it never came
Still moving through the pain
We used to wait for it
Now we're screaming sing the chorus again
Wait for it
Monday, August 9, 2010
The Suburbs
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I do a very fine impression of myself
And then the weatherman said to go back to bed,
because it's shame to go outside when the wind keeps howling now.
So for a little while there I lived inside a cave,
and there were bears and bugs and leaves and love
and a dark that only left you when the night came crawling home.
And I was happy there for a while until I woke one day to find the roof had blown away
and the wind blew through me,
and then the very next day it began to rain
and it rained right through me.
And then the lightning struck right beside my head
and a branch fell down and came to rest upon my broken legs,
and to my surprise that bough began to grow.
And then the weatherman said to look at the sunset
and if the sky was red the very next day it would be dry instead,
and I was happy in the sun like a lazy one,
like a lazy one.
And then that broken bough it began to grow,
and it grew right through me.
And then the very next day,
well the grass did blade and it cut right through me.
And then a rabbit dug a tunnel right between my ribs, and she lived right through me.
And then a bird came and pecked at the space in my chest and then he flew right through me.
Now there's a hole in the ground where I used to lay down and I can't fill it in.
And there's a colouring pad in the back of my head and I want to fill you in.
And I was nothing more than an impression of myself and I want to fill you in.
Yeah you could lay your' body in the hollow where I used to be and you could fill me in.
And then that broken bough it began to grow, and it grew right through me.
And then the very next day I believed in something new well, what can I say?
And then a bird came and pecked at the space in my chest and then he flew right through me.
And then a rabbit dug a tunnel right between my ribs and she lived right through me.
I'm a man, I'm a man like I used to be,
I want to fill you in,
cos there's hole in my chest where the animals lived and I want to fill you in.
And I do a very fine impression of myself
and I want to fill you in cos there's a colouring pad in the back of my head and I want to fill you in.
because it's shame to go outside when the wind keeps howling now.
So for a little while there I lived inside a cave,
and there were bears and bugs and leaves and love
and a dark that only left you when the night came crawling home.
And I was happy there for a while until I woke one day to find the roof had blown away
and the wind blew through me,
and then the very next day it began to rain
and it rained right through me.
And then the lightning struck right beside my head
and a branch fell down and came to rest upon my broken legs,
and to my surprise that bough began to grow.
And then the weatherman said to look at the sunset
and if the sky was red the very next day it would be dry instead,
and I was happy in the sun like a lazy one,
like a lazy one.
And then that broken bough it began to grow,
and it grew right through me.
And then the very next day,
well the grass did blade and it cut right through me.
And then a rabbit dug a tunnel right between my ribs, and she lived right through me.
And then a bird came and pecked at the space in my chest and then he flew right through me.
Now there's a hole in the ground where I used to lay down and I can't fill it in.
And there's a colouring pad in the back of my head and I want to fill you in.
And I was nothing more than an impression of myself and I want to fill you in.
Yeah you could lay your' body in the hollow where I used to be and you could fill me in.
And then that broken bough it began to grow, and it grew right through me.
And then the very next day I believed in something new well, what can I say?
And then a bird came and pecked at the space in my chest and then he flew right through me.
And then a rabbit dug a tunnel right between my ribs and she lived right through me.
I'm a man, I'm a man like I used to be,
I want to fill you in,
cos there's hole in my chest where the animals lived and I want to fill you in.
And I do a very fine impression of myself
and I want to fill you in cos there's a colouring pad in the back of my head and I want to fill you in.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
the penguin book of the city.
I have spent a lot of time recently in limbo, either when I'm travelling or walking or going from necessary place to place and I've been listening to a lot of Paul Kelly and reading The Penguin Book of the City. A collection of stories from around the world from the world's best authors writing of their thoughts/experiences/emotions in the city.
It's a pretty relevant book to me at the moment. I absolutely love that I'm living in the city. I feel revitalised and new and fresh and immature and inexperienced and that there's a completely new world open to me now that months ago just didn't exist due to locality.
It's nice to read some of the stories of people leaving their small towns to live in the city and feeling completely isolated but exhilirated by what the move has brought to their lives. I just realised last night that the times at the moments that I'm the happiest are the times that I'm alone by CHOICE; on the train travelling to do something fun, walking or exercising, working in ballarat or every night in Melbourne or travelling to see my family. It's just odd that most of the time now that I'm alone is not by choice it's because plans are cancelled because I live too far away now for people to come it's very disheartening. I often am confused but feel as though the only time people want to see me is if i'm THERE for them to see easily without any effort and I don't want that to become my lifestyle when I live in a city with much to do and experience and see and I want the people I love to be there with me when I do. It's nice to have a few people who really want to be there with me and take in the city's secrets. I suppose this is growing up and moving on and what goes with it so I will just have to accept it all and embrace it for the way it is maturing me and conditioning me and making me concentrate on my career and Where To From Here?
My mum found a diary that she kept whilst in hospital with me and I read it the other night. She also gave it to me to keep to give to my future children and I was really touched and saddened by it all. It's scary how I think of my life and it was nothing then only just referred to as 'the baby'. Mum's father was dying while she was having me and due to pregnancy issues she was unable to attend his funeral. She's often told me I was the only sunshiney/happy thing about her life at that point and perhaps that's why we've always had that very tight bond. It was beautiful and heartwrenching to read the words written by my young, scared and emotionally developing mother but has enhanced by respect (though it was already through the roof) for how she has dealt with life's challenges and feelings of isolation and lonliness. So I suppose for this time in my life I can take from her and feel just about okay.
Work's great though, it's scary and poses many issues and dramas but it's overwhelming to be involved actively in the media every day and I am loving every second. Its interesting to hear so many stories and so much advice from people so much older than I am as I am the youngest person around. One point of advice from a man over 40 was to not let this job consume my life as he woke up one day and was 40, single with an awesome track record but no one to share it with. I have a tendancy to go really hard at things and want them so badly and lose track of what is actually going to be important and I guess it's all about finding a balance and that may be a struggle but will be completely worth it.
Blogging is my friend again. And for that I give it new Arcade Fire. Until next time,
T
Check out Arcade Fire's newest single from their upcoming LP here:
http://www.arcadefire.com/lyrics/
In the suburbs I, I learned to drive
And you told me we’d never survive
Grab your mother’s keys we’re leaving
You always seemed so sure
That one day we’d be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling again
The kids want to be so hard
But in my dreams we’re still screaming
And running through the yard
When all of the walls that they built in the 70’s finally fall,
And all of the houses they built in the 70’s finally fall–
Meant nothing at all?
Meant nothing at all,
It meant nothing
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
And into the night
So can you understand
Why I want a daughter while I’m still young?
I want to hold her hand,
And show her some beauty,
Before all this damage is done
But if it’s too much to ask
If it’s too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot we’re still waiting
It’s already past
So move your feet from hot pavement
And into the grass
‘Cause it’s already past
It’s already, already past
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling again
I’m moving past the feeling
I’m moving past the feeling
In my dreams we’re still screaming
We’re still screaming
We’re still screaming
It's a pretty relevant book to me at the moment. I absolutely love that I'm living in the city. I feel revitalised and new and fresh and immature and inexperienced and that there's a completely new world open to me now that months ago just didn't exist due to locality.
It's nice to read some of the stories of people leaving their small towns to live in the city and feeling completely isolated but exhilirated by what the move has brought to their lives. I just realised last night that the times at the moments that I'm the happiest are the times that I'm alone by CHOICE; on the train travelling to do something fun, walking or exercising, working in ballarat or every night in Melbourne or travelling to see my family. It's just odd that most of the time now that I'm alone is not by choice it's because plans are cancelled because I live too far away now for people to come it's very disheartening. I often am confused but feel as though the only time people want to see me is if i'm THERE for them to see easily without any effort and I don't want that to become my lifestyle when I live in a city with much to do and experience and see and I want the people I love to be there with me when I do. It's nice to have a few people who really want to be there with me and take in the city's secrets. I suppose this is growing up and moving on and what goes with it so I will just have to accept it all and embrace it for the way it is maturing me and conditioning me and making me concentrate on my career and Where To From Here?
My mum found a diary that she kept whilst in hospital with me and I read it the other night. She also gave it to me to keep to give to my future children and I was really touched and saddened by it all. It's scary how I think of my life and it was nothing then only just referred to as 'the baby'. Mum's father was dying while she was having me and due to pregnancy issues she was unable to attend his funeral. She's often told me I was the only sunshiney/happy thing about her life at that point and perhaps that's why we've always had that very tight bond. It was beautiful and heartwrenching to read the words written by my young, scared and emotionally developing mother but has enhanced by respect (though it was already through the roof) for how she has dealt with life's challenges and feelings of isolation and lonliness. So I suppose for this time in my life I can take from her and feel just about okay.
Work's great though, it's scary and poses many issues and dramas but it's overwhelming to be involved actively in the media every day and I am loving every second. Its interesting to hear so many stories and so much advice from people so much older than I am as I am the youngest person around. One point of advice from a man over 40 was to not let this job consume my life as he woke up one day and was 40, single with an awesome track record but no one to share it with. I have a tendancy to go really hard at things and want them so badly and lose track of what is actually going to be important and I guess it's all about finding a balance and that may be a struggle but will be completely worth it.
Blogging is my friend again. And for that I give it new Arcade Fire. Until next time,
T
Check out Arcade Fire's newest single from their upcoming LP here:
http://www.arcadefire.com/lyrics/
In the suburbs I, I learned to drive
And you told me we’d never survive
Grab your mother’s keys we’re leaving
You always seemed so sure
That one day we’d be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling again
The kids want to be so hard
But in my dreams we’re still screaming
And running through the yard
When all of the walls that they built in the 70’s finally fall,
And all of the houses they built in the 70’s finally fall–
Meant nothing at all?
Meant nothing at all,
It meant nothing
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
And into the night
So can you understand
Why I want a daughter while I’m still young?
I want to hold her hand,
And show her some beauty,
Before all this damage is done
But if it’s too much to ask
If it’s too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot we’re still waiting
It’s already past
So move your feet from hot pavement
And into the grass
‘Cause it’s already past
It’s already, already past
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling again
I’m moving past the feeling
I’m moving past the feeling
In my dreams we’re still screaming
We’re still screaming
We’re still screaming
Monday, March 8, 2010
Wow.
The past few months have been one of those periods of your life that are a complete blur. A rush that you're only probably capable of getting through without a nervous breakdown on sheer adrenaline and the hope that it's all for a good cause and I think... I just think at this point, that it is for a good cause.
I have had interesting observations, it is really like I'm an outsider looking in at a town that I'm on the inside of. My frustrations lie in apathy. If something exciting is not handed to people on a platter or at the one pub deemed cool enough at the time to go to, then artistic and cultural gems will be completely disregarded. All cliques and groups have become one, which in one way is a fantastic way of becoming closer friends with people I know must be in some way similar to me, but in another way means that thelimited one on one social times are almost extinct.
I currently write/produce/present a show for one station as well as being actively involved in the behind the scenes station life, I write gig reviews and am working on a show for a Melbourne station, I am coordinating a large charity event, I am trying to organise moving to a different city and out of home for the first time, I am doing reviews/interviews/promotions for a music festival, I am trying to deal with large issues facing people I love and care for as well as trying to earn some money and go through with job interviews in a new city. I want a break, I want to hang out and enjoy for once doing what everyone else is doing, however linking back to the beginning I need to realise this is all worth it, otherwise it'll be anxiety o'clock on the rocket clock.
Something, seemingly the reason behind all this business, that always keeps me happy though is music. On Sunday the 28th of Feb at Footscray Arts Centre I was lucky enough to be at African Affair which celebrated African music, food and culture. Such a cool day and I came across these guys- King Marong. SO COOL. I will also be lucky enough to see them at Apollo Bay Music Festival and cannot wait.
Enjoy and now that I'm back on the blogosphere, I'll be in touch again soon.
I've also been listening to a lot of Boy & Bear, they're really quite beautiful
You've been weathering the storm
And it's been blowing hard
Cause it won't wait for you
Because it waits for no one
I have had interesting observations, it is really like I'm an outsider looking in at a town that I'm on the inside of. My frustrations lie in apathy. If something exciting is not handed to people on a platter or at the one pub deemed cool enough at the time to go to, then artistic and cultural gems will be completely disregarded. All cliques and groups have become one, which in one way is a fantastic way of becoming closer friends with people I know must be in some way similar to me, but in another way means that thelimited one on one social times are almost extinct.
I currently write/produce/present a show for one station as well as being actively involved in the behind the scenes station life, I write gig reviews and am working on a show for a Melbourne station, I am coordinating a large charity event, I am trying to organise moving to a different city and out of home for the first time, I am doing reviews/interviews/promotions for a music festival, I am trying to deal with large issues facing people I love and care for as well as trying to earn some money and go through with job interviews in a new city. I want a break, I want to hang out and enjoy for once doing what everyone else is doing, however linking back to the beginning I need to realise this is all worth it, otherwise it'll be anxiety o'clock on the rocket clock.
Something, seemingly the reason behind all this business, that always keeps me happy though is music. On Sunday the 28th of Feb at Footscray Arts Centre I was lucky enough to be at African Affair which celebrated African music, food and culture. Such a cool day and I came across these guys- King Marong. SO COOL. I will also be lucky enough to see them at Apollo Bay Music Festival and cannot wait.
Enjoy and now that I'm back on the blogosphere, I'll be in touch again soon.
I've also been listening to a lot of Boy & Bear, they're really quite beautiful
You've been weathering the storm
And it's been blowing hard
Cause it won't wait for you
Because it waits for no one
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