Last weekend I went to Brighton to see Bloc Party. Let me get this off my chest.
A kind mixture of songs - ones that crush me diffused by dancing. Songs like Mercury, which I could give or take, were great...anyone who stands alone and boldly starts off that song to a room of however many hundred people gets my attention. And then there's the precious songs that take my breath away.
It's strange standing in this big room, feeling like you're the only ones there. And when you feel like screaming the lyrics being belted out cause they're so real and true and hit right on it. And you're wondering if the person you're with knows exactly what you're thinking. Maybe they think it too.
And when you're asked if you're in love, it's easier to laugh and shrug it off rather than admit it. Quite how much you adore them and it's breaking your heart.
I've been searching for a bat cookie cutter.
And looking at bare root roses to grow on. I like this one, Purple Tiger:
I 'came across' these...
And this is still for sale:
(sigh...)
No comments:
Post a Comment