“Nothing you can say can tear me away from my guy. Nothing you can do cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy.”

Although I made a promise to myself not to post any song by same artist that I already post in this blog before, I just can’t stand to share this Billie Holiday, by Warpaint (again). Sounded as pretty and as romantic as Baby, I wish I can play this and dedicate it to my loved one someday. Hehe, I already told you I love being lame, don’t be so surprised (but then again by being lame here I guess I’m running afoul my own law of secrecy. Another but.. one cannot help but to be careless once in a little while, can she?)

Billie Holiday – Warpaint

(click here for the audio)

B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.

As I walk this line, I am bound by the other side
And it's for my heart that I'll live
Cause you'll never die.
Well if you want to know me, I'm a war. (B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.)
Come paint. (B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.)

Nothing you can say can tear me away from my guy.
Nothing you can do cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy.
I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter,
Like birds of a feather, we stick together.
I'm telling you from the start, I won't be torn apart from my guy.

Nothing you can buy could make me tell a lie to my guy.
Nothing you could do could make me untrue to my guy.
I gave my guy my word of honor to be faithful and I'm gonna.
You best be believing, I won't be deceiving my guy.

As a matter of opinion I think he's tops.
My opinion is he's the cream of the crop.
As a matter of taste to be exact,
He's my dear as a matter of fact.
No muscle-bound man can tear me away from my guy.

B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y. (if she wants to go, if he wants to go, if she wants to go, if he wants)
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y. (if he wants to go, if she wants to go, if he wants to go, if she wants)
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y. (if she wants to go, if she wants to go, if she wants to go, if she wants)
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y. (if she wants to go, if she wants to go, if she wants to go, if she wants)
B.I.L.L.I.E.H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.
Birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, 
we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather,
we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather,
we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather,
we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather, we are birds of a feather,
birds of a feather, birds of a feather.

Scrobbling Now from iMind

From what I’ve been through, subjectively from my own experience, a nice long-term relationship resembles a more or less 10 minutes-long great track of a post-rock or progressive song.

When it starts, the feeling of curiosity and excitement appear, you know you’ll enjoy the song and want to be focus with it by just sitting still, closing eyes, and paying profound attention to any sound of instruments it makes. Time has passed, long enough you started to get bored, finally you stopped the profound attention, reduced its volume, trying to do another activities, while still listening to the song, like lighting up a fag or checking things around to see whether there’s something interesting going on, sounded a lot like taking it for granted. At almost the end of the song, you started to realize again you were listening to a very great piece of music and kind of turned down remembering you might miss some very great parts while doing another activity, and after that struck, didn’t want to waste more time, you’re paying more profound attention to the song, knowing that it soon will end.

As for song, when it ends, you will always be able to repeat it, to find the parts that you missed, to appreciate it well.

But for relationship, or a person, to keep in mind that it is valuable is a must.
What if you realize the track is precious at the last 3 seconds, which not giving you any time to repent the lost attention?
What if when it ends then you just remember it was so great, but the file is corrupted and you cannot find the track anywhere else?
What if you’ve paid great attention to it from the first second to last-minute? Will it be a happy ending? Didn’t you get bored?

In any possible way, it will have to end. But for greatest pleasure, foolishly naïve though, it is always better to wanting to feel like you (or I?) never want it to end. Check. Unchecked. edited: All checked.

You’re No Cathode Nor Anode

“Maturity is a pleasure covered in dirt”

Is, what went out after an exhausting hard work of trying to arrange my scattered thoughts. Is it so gratifying; the chance to be a better person by going through so much suffering; as a gift for one with self-defeating personality disorder; how unreasonable it is when one could ever dare ask for more.

Out of topic, though, if I’m forced to hold the principle of “think before you speak”, I might spend most of my life in silence.
Too much, too much, too many, too interesting, can’t think, can’t think. Or can’t stop?

Pollution of the Mind

The solitude it enjoys. Not to value self too highly, for that it easily deceived; still that innocent and dumb, only a little more cautious. For it grown full of hope, then turned into the least optimist.

How orgasmic it feels just by being unnoticed; it loves. Masochist at its purest. It learnt the fact that it is wrong by thinking it has grown; could be right if the thought reversed or by putting a contra positive adjustment. How lovely the company of subtle cracking voice the fag made, how unique and pretty the form of smoke the fag made, as if something more delicate are only heaven and true love; it believes. Only the side effects; the highness, the loss of conscience and the appearance of sub-conscious, the hangover, the tear produced from vomiting; could reduce the joy, even it still doubts that those are detriment.
It begs the others would spare it the attention; it hates.

Easily distracted by trivialities. A fire ant blowed by the winds a face brought soundlessly but with resounding effect, significant enough to blow its mind. The most trivial it will always notice, while obvious it is not.